Dear girl in seat 20C on my flight back from Las Vegas to Charlotte in the gold leisure suit who is from the Bronx, specifically the Chinatown area, and who was hung over, loud and overbearing and who kept flailing her legs out into the aisle and who had to make a comment about EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ACTION THAT TOOK PLACE ON THE PLANE such as saying "That kid just sneezed" and "That movie is Bruce Almighty" and who kept insisting to me that the male flight attendant wanted to marry her and who ordered a tea with seven packs of sugar in it and who for the love of God would not shut the hell up for four straight hours and who actually kept saying "I live in a house" and who told me she couldn't read my book because her life was too depressing and who kept bragging about just how much she drank the night before and who kept getting pissed off that the pilot would dare hit the turbulence when he knew just how much it would upset her and who thought the people is 20A and 20B were laughing at her because she was actually funny:

Please stop being so annoying.

Sincerely,

John Eklund, seat 20D (right across the aisle).