On the runway

Heathrow, gate 26: if there is anything to say about anyone, then a 777 full of Americans is probably the place to look. Already, an

Abundance of meaningless phrases are being thrown about 'thank you so much' ' I appreciate that' 'you are so welcome' How much is 'so much' anyway? The woman at the front of this economy class , you can just see straight away she is the type that phoned up to make sure she got the seat with extra legroom. Although its non of her business she is quite happily interfering with everyone else's seating arrangements as they walk by. Shush woman, no you do not work here. Meanwhile, everyone else more or less fall into the following categories: we have the loud Americans - both the pleasant and the unpleasant. The stroppy British, standing waiting politely whilst muttering to themselves about the stupid people in front who are struggling to find their seat. I wonder, is it the letters or the numbers that they struggle more with? Or perhaps it's the challenging combination of the two. Well it's all happening to the nice relaxing moonlight sonata,   which is now playing for the third time. Ready for   takeoff! Oh, no hang on, someone's on the wrong flight. I am sympathetic with the man, I tried to find gate 26A before realising that was my seat number. 
 Whilst this is all going on I've now realised my  spontaneous $5 purchase for live tv to watch the  Olympic closing ceremony has been wasted since  it will only show live American tv, and the  Americans aren't getting to see it live. :-(