I don't blame you, really.  It is a loud airplane after all, and the props were droning away at about 90 gajillion RPMs just outside the window.  The thing is though, nobody really cares what your status with any particular airline is.  Yes, I know, you must be VERY important to be jet-setting all over the country, but if you could do it without subjecting me to your inane analysis, that'd be great.  Yes, we all fly out of the same airport often.  Yes, we all know the best places to park.  Yes, you can sometimes transfer your status from one airline to another.  None of this is earth-shattering news that you need to shout into each other's ears (and mine).  Ironically, it wouldn't have been as bad if the flight had been longer.  I would have actually been able to put on some music and drown your incessant jabbering for more than a minute.  But almost as soon as we were notified that it was OK to use certain approved electronic devices, the flight attendant was instructing us to turn them back off.  It was interesting listening to you trying to impress the girl sitting next to you, though.  'Oh yeah, I fly this route all the time.'  Not to mention the incessant 'Oh me too's!  I do that too!'

So I guess this all sounds a little bitchy, but after sitting in an airport for 9 hours waiting to get home, I was feeling a little bitchy.  See you again next Friday!