Never in my life have I seen such a neatly-packaged karmic episode as what I witnessed just now on my flight to Baltimore, when I suffered through listening to a well-dressed, gorgeous, twentysomething girl of vaguely south Asian descent shriek into her bedazzled iPhone for 45 minutes about the high quality of the diamond engagement ring she had just received from her unnamed, featureless, obviously passive and unimportant boyfriend; when I found in the eyes of the gentleman across the aisle from me — a bespectacled redneck wearing Wal-Mart jeans and reading a pulp Christian novella — that he shared my pain; when he furtively stuffed into his lower lip a wad of Skoal so large and dense that it could have been fired out of a gun at a clay pigeon; and when he spent the next hour spitting into a Sprite can, dip juice dribbling down his chin, as the newly-engaged girl next to him squirmed in horror and tried in vain to hide her visceral displeasure behind a pair of $300 sunglasses and a game of Angry Birds on her iPad.

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10. ruff-draft said: I love the term — “neatly-packaged karmic episode”.
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