On my redeye flight from Vegas to JFK last night, or yesterday morning, at 1am, I sat next to some skinny guy with a big nose in his mid-twenties. i had the middle seat, he had the aisle, and our window seat didn't come until later. He was a talker, which is not conducive to redye flights, and our convo went as follows:
talker: if the window seat never comes, are you still going to sit in the center?
me: no. i'll move.
talker: ok, good, cause if you didn't that'd be weird. can i put my feet on you?
me: umm.. no.. what?
talker: so why were you in vegas?
me: i went to meet my friends from college, blah blah blah..
talker: do you have any crazy pictures on that iphone of vegas?
(i flip to the picture of my friends peeing in a stairwell, then decided i shouldn't show him)
talker: maybe by the time we're flying over kansas i can get you to show it to me. did you lose any money gambling?
me: not really, i don't have money to gamble, i'm poor. will you wake me up when the snack cart comes by?
talker: maybe you should save some of those snacks for your dinner next week.
me: why were you in vegas?
talker: business... i work for hbo sports and had to go to a boxing match.
me: (bored) oh neat. ----fake fall asleep-----
flight goes by, we awkwardly graze knees, he awkwardly puts his head on my shoulder to sleep, i sit with my arms crossed... plane lands.. i offer him gum.. he accepts.. i am not in the mood to talk and avoid him completely... as we are exiting plane:
talker: so are you gonna want your gum back?
me: nope.
no idea what his name was or anything but it was a somewhat strange 4 hours of my life.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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