|
Nick Cage is a cunt. I sat next to him on a Southwest flight once. He had his fedora over his face during boarding acting like he was asleep so I didn't know it was him until after everyone was sat. In flight he was super rude to the flight attendants about their alcohol selection (like that is somehow their responsibility not a corporate decision). Then he engaged me in conversation. I didn't recognize him because he was all sun burnt and bloated from vacation bingeing. Not being immediately recognized seemed to really piss him off. After the usual "hey how you doings" and "traveling for work/pleasure" back and forth he asked my name and then when I asked him his he threw a little baby bitch tantrum. There were a few "You know exactly who the fuck I am" out of no where and "you have to be fucking kidding me you don't know who I am". I just sat quite watching this psycho go on and on about how someone could possibly not know who he was and how I had clearly sat next to him on purpose to be close to him...etc. even though his face was covered until after everyone else was seated. Eventually just staring blankly at him he kinda ran out of steam, took a few big breaths and said his name and I instantly recognized him then and told him how I liked The Rock and how good Sean Connery was in it. He stared crazy eyed daggers at me for a while waiting for me to compliment his performance, I realized later that was the weird pause in the back and forth where it was his turn to speak after the compliment I gave to the film and Sean, but gave up and we just sat in silence the rest of the 2 hour flight.
I went back to my book but he just stared at the bulkhead obviously his travel plan was to get drunk on top shelf liquor (surprisingly unavailable on a southwest flight) and be praised by his seat mate the whole flight (which unfortunately was me and there was no one in the middle seat).
|