I’m not so sure, I don’t get the impression that this fellow has much of an inner monologue at all.
There’s a certain kind of white guy (almost always white, almost always a guy) who lives his entire life without ever needing to filter a thought or rehearse an interaction. He takes up a space, announces his desires, and gets what he wants.
And on the (historically rare, but increasingly more common) occasions when this doesn’t work, his brain has a hard time processing what’s happening. Alcohol probably isn’t helping either. Being yelled at by a white male pilot and then escorted off the plane by three white male police officers is particularly confusing for him.
I interacted with exact duplicates of this guy about once a month when I worked food service and pizza delivery, complete disbelief when something doesn’t go his way.
