One of my least favorite things to do is end up on an airplane with a baby who cries--incessantly.
It's the repetitive nature of it, that drives me up the wall.
So here I am, baby is several rows down, crying like the end of the world is near.
This went on for 15 minutes straight. Waaaaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaah.
I couldn't handle it for one more second, so I yelled at the top of my lungs:
"JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!"
The entire airplane erupted in laughter.
I knew damn well what they were laughing at. Not just me, but themselves.
So the plane landed, and as I am pulling down my bag from the overhead bin,
person after person after person came up to me and said:
"You said exactly what I wanted to say, but couldn't."
Ah well, the story of my life.