Those Chatty Flyers
I had the middle seat today on the airplane, because my daughter wanted a window seat. And because I would not want her to have to sit next to a stranger while she is in her squirmy stage.
The guy who sat on the aisle seat was one chatty fellow. I do not know his name, but I know everything about his work history since he was 18. I know how much he makes an hour, how many hours he works, what he does in detail, all about his current relationship and his 10-month-old daughter. I have the goods on this guy, I’m telling you.
Chatty seatmates on an airplane are not necessarily a bad thing. However, if I am wearing headphone and watching the in-flight entertainment, laughing out loud at the funny parts even – it is probably a sign that you should not continue to talk to me whenever you feel the urge. Every now and then I would see this guy out of the corner of my eye and he would be animatedly talking to me. Of course, I would feel awkward and pull off one of the headphone sides so I could hear him.
I’m not an impolite person. I’m just not the type to chatty-chat-chat for two hours on a plane. I thought I was sending all the right signs to show that I was cozying up to some quite time with the in-flight NBC-fest.
Any thoughts on what else I could have done without resorting to rudeness?
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