Sometimes life is crazy.
A few months back I was on a red-eye flight from the West Coast to Philadelphia. I had an aisle seat a few rows from the back of the plane.
The window seat next to me was empty and I thought I might luck out and have the extra space. No such luck, the last passenger to board was a middle aged woman in a black sweatshirt that read ” Soccer Mom” with one of those tiny yippy dogs in a little cage. I was pretty tired, and thought I hope this dog doesn’t yip the whole flight.
She was nice enough, with a deep NY accent, but a bit annoying in a high maintenance kind of way. First she asked for help put her bag up, which was fine but then she wanted to talk. We chatted for about 20 minutes about her kids, etc and she bragged about the Eagles winning their first Super Bowl.
I told her,” It was a great game, I have some meetings in the city tomorrow, so I’m going to try and sleep.”