MILWAUKEE — Well, I dodged the hyperactive child and his inattentive mother. As I sit here in seat 21F, waiting to learn my neighbor for this flight home, I know I’ve at least got this going for me.
Still, it feels like the most pressing matter in the world. Who is sitting in 21E?
I could really go for a nap. So my money’s on a chatty, 450 pound, three-pack-a-day smoker, a single father perhaps, taking his cranky, drooly, infant son on his first ever plane ride.
I can hardly handle the suspense.
Update: I just drew an old businessman traveler. Has yet to say a word. Dude better keep it that way…
Update II: Yep, I’m blogging again. My old friend Clarrisa made me do it. Plus, I missed the silliness.
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