Here on ATA, You're on Vacation (Not)

There's been a death in our family, so I went home to Chicago this evening. On my flight, the shithead sitting next to me with a Salomon Bros. bag had his fucking ipod on so loud that I could hear it the whole flight. Unfortunately, his taste in music is CRAP. At one point, I literally thought I'd rip his earphones from his head and strangle him with them. He'd never even know what hit him...