I try to keep a light heart when I fly, because- honestly- it really sucks almost all of the time. No room in the overhead bins, bad snack options, seats reclining so that your laptop doesn’t fully open, stewardess who roll their eyes. Oh my! The good majority of my travels are cross-country, so at least one way (East) ends up being a red-eye, while the other is extra long (West).
Yesterday, I ended up sitting next to a super chatty guy, which I got excited about. I really like friendly people to help pass the time. If this were a movie, though, the creepy slasher movie would have started off low and plodding as soon as he approached the seat.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that he was a little bit off his rocker. He told me all about the upgrades to his computer, why he wasn’t enrolled this semester in school, studying Microbiology, and- the biggest clue- getting teased because he know nothing about “that guy named Mick Romney.”
Skipping ahead several hours…
Before landing in San Jose, he wrote a long, long “to do list.” The beginning has had me cracking up ever since…
1. Call oceanographer/archeologist and offer to visit prebiblical sites.
2. Apply for endowments to visit med schools in Pacifica, Monterey, and Jalisco. (Author’s note- He already told me that he was accepted to med school after not finishing college, knowing nothing about Anatomy/Physiology, and not taking the MCATs.)
3. Renew MENSA membership.
Please read that last line again. Or maybe the whole list. Please.
I’m so sorry that I don’t have a photo of this to show you. I racked my brain to find a subtle way of doing it, but I didn’t want to risk it. Who knows what can of worms getting caught would have opened!?!?
Anyway, the flight definitely went faster thanks to my genius seatmate. At least I had the aisle.
In related news, I’m not flying again until late July. Thank goodness!