Karma, baby...

A while back in Tampa (TPA)…we had a lovely (groan) three hour sit between flights. My flying partners and I found a great, quiet spot away from the gate to hang out in and pass the time–reading and using our laptops. (Emphasis on the quiet.)  Shortly thereafter came two young women, who sat very near us.  Like, of a hundred seats in that one gate area, and not counting the other hundreds of empty seats in the neighboring gate areas, they were 10 feet away from the three of us.   They proceeded to put their phone conversations on speakerphone–and talk and carry on like they were at a party. They were loud and boisterous and clearly obnoxious--and they knew it. A couple of friendly and professional glares…er, um…glances their way did nothing to quiet them down.

Of course, they ended up on our flight. Sorry to say, I did not feel the least bit badly for them when, during push-back, one of the ladies stopped me as we were doing our safety checks. She had left her phone in her seat at the gate and wanted the pilots to turn around and go back to the gate so she could get it.  That wasn't gonna happen!

Karma, baby…

I was nice enough to give her the customer service number for when we landed…