I sat across from Rory Kennedy on flight from LA to Boston a few years ago. She was with her family and what I could gather she was fleeing the fires that were happening in Malibu at the time. They were also en route to Hyannisport for Thanksgiving. She was loud. She was entitled. Her husband was equally loud a row behind her. They were communicating as if they were the only ones on the plane. I heard all about their plans for the cape, how he didn't want to sing Christmas carols because he was Jewish. All kinds of weird family details. I wasn't eavesdropping, they were broadcasting. JetBlue has a policy about dogs remaining in their carrier for duration of flight, but half way through she's telling me to take my dog out... I politely declined but she forced the issue and sort of shamed me for being a mark for the rules. So I obliged. Woke him up, slid him out of the carrier, picked him up and presented him to her like a gift. She held him for two seconds kind of shrugged and handed him back to me and went on talking to her husband about something else. I was annoyed.