Chad Verrall

The SECOND this dude sits down next to me he notes that I’ve been cheated out of a window seat because there isn’t really a direct window next to me. And he says... “Oh and I wanted to see the curve!” And I look at him to see if he was messing with me... but he just has this look

And I knew he was a flat earther. After about 20 minutes into the flight, my FUCKING HEADPHONES die. Because of course they do. So now I can hear him talking to his other neighbor about his COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS flat earth bullshit. This was his recruiting mission, I swear.

So he just rambles about how he lacks an education and how he was kicked out of science classes when he was younger and how he then found Jesus and therefore THE TRUTH, which is his term for his flat earth garbage.

I. Shit. You. Not. He goes on to bother this poor lady next to him with his folder on his phone which is literally called “Flat Earth TRUTH” and by this time I’m literally sitting here with my head in my hands, digging my fingers into my eye sockets. Cause no mate.

And to top it all off, he then starts a fucking tirade about NASA. Mind you, your girl JUST gave a talk about the wonders of fucking space flight so I got no time for this shit. And he calls NASA liars and how we’re forging false evidence and how he “never believed in space”.

At this point he’s talking about how you can’t trust scientists and NASA is a bunch of losers and I just can’t anymore and I practically YELL that I need to go to the bathroom into his ear.

Poor woman next to him looks like she’s ready to hurl herself out of the plane and honestly, all I want to do is hurl HIM out of it to look for the fucking curve. So anyways. I decided when I got back to just take out my laptop and pull up my presentation from yesterday.