Last week I was returning back to Houston. I had missed my next plane from Atlanta, Georgia due to the storm brewing over it.
In the air train four young people (3 boys and a girl) befriended me in guiding to the next train. They had pulled me down with them when I didn’t know where to get down. It was nice of them, and they all shouted goodbyes to me with instructions to get down on which terminal.
I had a long wait ahead of me for the next plane flying to Bush International. A young man walked to the seat beside me, asking whether it was taken. When I replied in the negative he sat down in it.
He was eating something. When he finished, he started talking. I am never the one to start conversations with total strangers. If he hadn’t, I would have never spoken to him. He was easy to talk to, and soon we were chatting like old friends.
He was a dentist by profession, and had applied for enrollment for further studies at Houston. He was going for an interview. He was apprehensive as to getting in the program. I tried to bolster his confidence with talk of him succeeding at it this time.
He showed me a picture of his three months old son, and his pretty wife. His old parents lived with him. He was all praise for his wife for looking after his aged parents.
We talked, and laughed during our long wait at the airport. My wait wasn’t boring, because of him. I wished him luck, and good health, as we got in line to board the plane.
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-committal brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?