Daily Prompt: Middle Seat
It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train (or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist. Do you try to switch seats, go for a non committed brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?
Dear WordPress, why does your grid stops working now and then?
It happened to me yesterday, and it happens after every few days.
And now for the daily prompt:
I like it when someone next to me starts talking, when I am alone on a journey. How long one can read a book, or play games on an iPhone? My eyes gave up on me. It brightens up a boring time of waiting to reach the end of a journey.
About three months back on my visit to Boston, I sat next to a woman in the airport lounge. She was going to visit her son. She observed that I was alone, and was asking at the desk for flight information. She came to know we were on the same flight.
She started talking to me. Next we showed our respective spouse’s photos to each other. After that we shared our children’s pictures. Pity she wasn’t sitting next to me on the plane. We would have kept talking. We parted when the flight was announced.
While attending marriage ceremonies, sometimes I sit next to total strangers. We strike up a conversation, and enjoy ourselves, till I find my acquaintances.
At times I land in trouble. In Amsterdam, a woman with a child sat next to me in the airport lounge. We got talking. We had seats in the plane, next to each other. It wasn’t peaceful at all. The child kept whining and crying throughout the flight to New York. I had a splitting headache by the time the flight ended.
The woman asked me to help in carrying her bag. I agreed, but to my dismay she lagged quite a few places behind me. I was worried at carrying her bag. Suppose it was searched, and say anything not allowed was found. I was perspiring at the situation I had landed myself.
I gathered my courage, and ran back to her. I deposited her bag at her feet, muttered sorry, and rushed back to my place in line. The airport personal kept shouting at me angrily to pick up my bag, and not leave it behind. The woman was not indicating that it was her bag. Horrible!