It was early Friday morning. I was waiting in line to get on an airplane when the woman behind me started whistling some random series of notes that wasn't even really a song. And I thought to myself:
Whistling in public should be outlawed.
At the very least, whistling before 10 a.m., I amended.
Yes, I can be quite grumpy, and especially in the morning. But I also do not feel that everyone ought to be subjected to whatever song a person may have in his or her head, particularly in a loud and high-pitched form. I constantly have songs running through my head. Quite often they are really annoying songs, and yet I keep them to myself. You're welcome, society. Please return the favor.
Maybe you'll think me less curmudgeonly for my anti-whistling stance once you've heard what happened shortly thereafter.
A woman was sitting next to me on my second plane who, first of all, complained to someone on her phone about the window seat that she got with no seat in front of it because she couldn't put her carry-on bag on the floor and then she'd have to wait until we had taken off to get it out of the overhead compartment to get some work done. I offered to switch her for my middle seat, which did have a seat in front of it and thus, underseat storage, but she didn't go for it. She hogged that window and didn't even look out of it, even when there were mountains. But I digress.
She had a soda can to dispose of and when the flight attendant didn't notice her holding it out, she WHISTLED AT HER.
We live in a society where this behavior, while rude and degrading and horribly condescending, is still legal. I'm making a little bit more sense now, aren't I? It's not entirely about me just being crabby.
I mean, it's not like I want to outlaw rainbows and sunshine. Well, not after 10 a.m. anyway.