Calvin

The plane is getting ready to move into the runway. Im sitting with my family, nibbling on a chocolate i bought from the Duty Free Store. I'm counting down the minutes till we land in Dubai, our destination. a grumpy Oman air stewardess comes to me. "Excuse me, but u'll have to move yourself to another seat, you're not allowed to sit near the emergency exit." i get up, with my bag of chocs and my i pod and sit wherever the hell she wants me to. i couldnt have cared less. until....
next to me i find a sort of giant. his pants say new zealnd something. so i figured hes from new zealand. hes reading enid blyton and he looks 19. oh my god, i think. and since, im bored out of my wits, i decide to see how far mr. giant goes with his childish book.
by now, the plane is speeiding down the runway... we take off and i feel a pop in my ears. the guy has horribly dirty hands. it looked like there was an insect between his nails. i look away. after a while as i happen to turn around, what do i notice, but a huge glob of earwax in his giant ear. its sortof yellowish. his body seems like a breeding post for bugs. he looks like he hasnt taken a bath in months. maybe he was on a pilgrimage. he takes out his book, tries to read and then puts it back. i think he couldnt read the word misconception. i guess he gave up on enid blyton. maybe hell move down to noddy?
when the stewardess comes to give us a snack(by the way, if u ever travel on oman air, buy loads of chocs from the duty free coz the food just PLAIN SUCKS!) neither of us ate the snack.
all of a sudden, without warning, he turns to look out the window next to me. i see his face. its a forest of pimples. its like a mountain range. theres big pimples and smal pimples and growing pimples. he turns back. and now he starts to pick on one of his zillion pimples. it pops. it bleeds. its bleeding down his forehead. he wipes the blood off with the tip of his finger. im about to throw up through all of this. im holding my puke down. and i decide if i throuw up, id do it on him. he couldnt smell much worse anyway. and then he sucks on his bloody finger.
what the bloody fuck is wrong with u mr new zealand???? did u want to ruin the apetite of the girl sitting beside you?? or are u just wierd? i was uteerly completely disgusted.
i lay my head down. i am not going to bear this guys antics anymore. in 5 minutes, the plain has landed. it was a short flight. despite the giant displaying all his bodily filth to me.
and we get up to take our baggage. he gets up and reaches to the upper hold. i now realise the new zealand pants were low waist. as he slowly raises his arms, i see in my damn face a motherfucking calvin klein label. his ass is near my face. his damned underwear is exposed. he stinks. i swear to myself i will never move from my emergency exit seat even if my life depended upon it. fuck you calvin, u just scarred me for life.