So on the airplane on our way to Houston, I decided to be a proactive student and edit my resume and start a new cover letter for an internship I was looking into.
I was bunched in the back of the plane between Sam and some other passenger, who was also tap-tap-tapping away on her computer. A small part of me was impressed with both of our jet-set ready life-style we were leading. Look at us working thousands of miles above the ground! We're posh and cosmopolitan people! Just like the business people at the front of the plane with more leg room, only dressed in jeans and with less elbow room.
A few minutes into it, I decided that posh, cosmopolitan business people created their own home office vibe by listening to music. After much finagling, I got my headphones out of my purse sitting at my feet and plugged them into the side and into my ears so I can listen to that new Selena Gomez album. I downloaded it specifically for this trip.
I proudly am a fan of Selena Gomez. Sure, I don't support her current beau--although his single Baby gets stuck in my head in the most importune times--but I like her. She was my Disney Diva when everyone was gaga-ing over Miley Cyrus. I just hope Selena doesn't downward spiral soon. But yes, I downloaded her album for this airplane trip. I've been playing it all week, and I had a hankering to listen to it just then.
Now, I have no idea what happened. I'm usually so careful when it comes to publicly using my iTunes, but when I started the song, I kept it relatively low in case someone would overhear--not as proud as I thought I am about my listening choices--when I realized Sam looking at me funny. I popped out the earbuds to ask her why she was giving me a stank eye, when I caught the eye of one of the tough-looking male passengers in the row across. He was looking in my general area, confused.
That's when I realized that my Selena Gomez was playing out for the entire back of the cabin to hear.
Oh yes. It was.
I immediately cut it off and looked mortified at Sam. She couldn't contain her laughter. I was mortified of course.
