Alaska

I hate Alaska Airlines. I've never had a trip with Alaska that wasn't messed up.

But anyway... On the flight back I remembered why I don't like flying back to Vegas on a Thursday night.

To my left was a magnet wearing new age couple determined to spread peace and love in Vegas. In front of me was a white trash couple who, since they was on vacation, had decided to splurge and buy MGD. Behind me there were a few people loudly discussing strategies for winning at slots.
The winners, by far, were the two people to the right of me. One woman with the glazed over look of someone who lives their life with no concept of the future past their next meal. Next to her was a sixty some year old woman with entirely too little shirt and too much mouth.

The glazed woman was flying to Vegas to marry someone she'd met on the Internet. The older woman lives in Vegas. Regretably...

Both women were... stupid...

Now, the thing about stupid people is that they kind of live life on a different plane from the rest of us. Things that seem obvious to the rest of us are often new and intense to a stupid person. Things that the rest of us just kind of understand and anticipate are, to a stupid person, an often very painful life lesson.

I had to listen to these stupid people giving stupid advice to each other the entire flight. Painful advice. Obvious advice. Painfully obvious advice. Advice that was not obvious to the stupid people.

Yeah, I'm a jerk.