Unfiltered Story #135101

, , | Unfiltered | December 28, 2018

(I had finished a meeting early and gotten to the airport soon enough to have a shot at the flight before my scheduled one, so I was in line to speak to a ticket agent instead of self-check. The guy ahead of me was apparently extremely offended at the agent’s inability to magically conjure up an extra seat on a full flight, or at least kick someone else out of one so he could have it.)

V.I.P(ITA): Don’t you know who I am?

(After a brief instant of boggling that someone actually said that in real life…)
Me: My guess is, you’re the guy whose luggage is going to Timbuktu, if you don’t quit badgering that poor girl over things she can’t change.

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