I just spent an hour and a half in front of a certifiable knuckle dragger who proceeded to carry on a very loud conversation with the unlucky SOB who got seated next to her. We got to hear her every unfiltered thought from how things look different from the air to her audible agitation to when the landing gear came down and every brain dropping in between.
It was if I was listening to an hour and a half of TCs threads spoken in a that too loud for the room and slightly mispronounced Corky voice and no one there to post restrict her.














