So there he sat.
Two rows forward.
Aisle seat.
I’ll see.
Front row.
One see.
Sharp-dressed nonchalance
fashionably.
So pleased with his iSelf
hiSelf.
Unboxed new ear buds
and pulled out his iPhone.
hiPhone.
Look at me-myPhone.
Launched his music app
and tapped play. Back
Street Boys
clearly audible
two rows back
across the aisle.
I thought
wow
that must be up loud
in his ears.
The thought so loud
in my head
I was sure others
heard it too.
I felt embarrassed
ahem, bare assed
for him.
He didn’t realise others
could hear his
music.
Wriggled in his 1C.
Pushed the buds harder
into his ears.
Examined his phone.
And then
to my am you
sement
he turned
the volume
up.
The whole plane
now hears
Every body
Yeah. Yeah.
Rock your body.
Yeah. Yeah.
And I realised
that his ear buds
weren’t connecting.
And he couldn’t hear
his own
crap
music.
The rest of us
hearing
beyond
appearances.
Like this a lot; lovely observation of a mini drama
Thanks John. I was half awkward, 50% smirking.