Tom Snare relaxed in
his seat by the window on the Aeroflot flight to Moscow. Nancy Victor on his
left side suddenly slammed her fist into the armrest, her eyes sparking in anger
under the black eyeliner and the purple make up on her eye lids.
“I fucking hate it when the asshole in front of me leans his
seat backward and steals that little space I’ve got to read and write on my lap
top.”
“I find that annoying too”, said Tom, ”like I find it annoying when people take off
their shoes to expose their stinking socks, and when the bar’s run out of dark beer.”
“But most of all I find it annoying when people “hate“ all
kind of things that are just annoying”, he added.
“I agree,” said Nancy, “hate is an overused word. But
you know, that’s the way I am. I take it to the extreme.”
“That’s why I like you,” said Tom.
