I left my Bogota hotel this morning and arrived almost 2 hours early at the airport. There was no line and I think the gate agent asked me if I wanted to take an earlier flight but since I had a car service picking me up in Medellin, I declined and opted to take my time at the airport. I’m regretting that decision now.
I sit at the gate area and I see a rather large woman sitting a few rows ahead of me at the gate. Remember how I think the Universe is f&*king with me lately?!!.. well now I have proof. As we boarded the plane, I thought to myself, I feel bad for whoever sits next to her. She’s obviously going to need a lot of room. And listen, before you judge me for judging her, I’m not commenting purely on her weight (it spoke volumes on it’s own) but her behavior made her unbearable and down right rude. Guess who was sitting next to her?? Yep, I won the seat lottery as this is the first time I’ve ever had to sit next to someone who required a seat belt extender because she needed “just a little bit more.” Her words, not mine. And when I pointed out that I was in the window seat since she was in the middle seat, she made no movement to get up and I had to climb over her. I hope I hit her in the face with my backpack because I get that it’s tough for you to stand up lady but I’m not down for airplane gymnastics. And the kicker? The absolute kicker…she was traveling with 3 other people and they all sat in middle seats in 4 different rows, talking back and forth amongst themselves from different rows. And she leaned over every time she wanted to talk to her grandson(?) in front of her so that my space was invaded constantly by her large arm. And this may be mean but I had to get a picture. I blacked out her face in case I know any Colombians that I didn’t know I know and this is their family. In which case, I’m sorry you came from that. Trust me, it gets 1,000 times worse.
We land after a very short flight and everyone starts standing up. And now I’m thankful because large-arm-lady has gotten a spring in her step and is moving pretty quickly. Except she’s yelling out directions to the 2 family members behind her to grab that bag or that thing. At one point, a very well put together woman (she looked Spanish to me) told her that there was no where for her to move so the daughter could bring the suitcase down. Like chill lady, you’ll get off the plane and on your way. We all want to get away from you. When the doors open, I am baffled by the extreme rudeness of people on this flight. There is no order. I’m in row 3 and a man from row 5 got into the aisle and wouldn’t let me out. Like wait your fu*%ing turn dude. And even the large-arm-lady’s daughter who was behind me wouldn’t let me out of my row. I was livid. These people are animals. Serious rudeness. I rushed past them once on the gangway and I may or may not have been too forceful in my pushing past. The daughter could see that people weren’t going to let me out of my row and for having to share my seat space with her mom, she should have allowed me to jump out. When we reach the baggage claim area, they stand right at the entrance to the belt where the bags first come out. Seriously, what’s the rush??! And of course, large-arm-lady stood around directing her family and stuffing her face with some candy.
Listen, I know this post sounds very mean but I don’t take kindly to things that I see are “wrong” or “out of order.” These people acted like animals and they should be referred to as such. When my driver picked me up, I told him about the rudeness and how awful getting off the plane was. His reply, “they are Bogotanos.” I laughed because those must be the rednecks of Colombia. Also, I’m not entirely sure I translated it properly but I think my driver said he was a victim of Pablo Escobar 2 times. I don’t even want to know what he meant so I didn’t pry. But man, Medellin is some crazy kind of stuff.
There She Goes... 