The man walked down the aisle of the plane looking for an open seat. He paused as he approached our row, eyeing the middle seat between me and another woman. I spread out in my seat and shifted my laptop, hoping he would not want to sit next to someone who was going to work throughout the flight. I wasn’t feeling very welcoming; it was a boring business trip, to Idaho, of all places. What fun could I have in Idaho?
After he moved on toward the rear of the plane, the other woman leaned over to me, smiled, and said, “I really was hoping he wouldn’t sit here because I wanted the some extra room; but still, it makes me wonder … What’s wrong with me, that he didn’t want to sit here?”
I could not pass up an introduction like that. Continue reading