A couple of months ago i wrote this little journal entry while on a plane from dfw to atl to chattanooga...
Today I'm flying from dfw to atl to go see shayna. theirs something interesting about airports not just all the people or all the kinds of people. for instance i'm standing in the ticket cheking line, cause like an idiot i didn't print it out online at home, and me and a zillion people are in this long line snaking around the whole airport, and in the line next to me is the line for first class customers. now there is nothing special about these people that i can see, but that doesn't stop me from gauking at them. i can't help it, one of them was even wearing her sunglasses inside. anyway, then when you board the plane they're already there not looking at you while i again gauk. I know when i take my seat i stare everyone walking by but no first class customer has ever looked up at a 2nd class customer in the history of air travel, i think. i sit in my seat waiting, hoping, praying for a good "single serving" seat partner. 1 man walks down the aisle by himself with no carry on's (who has no carry on's?) anyway, he's a big boy, he tucks his arms in front of him like a penguine in order slide down the aisle. I step aside, he slides in, we don't speak. I pick my donald miller book back up and continue reading. It occurs to me that little donnie miller is large, probably even obese, and i think if he were the fatty next to me i'd be happy to chatt 'em up, but instead klenny is next to me. Lenny has been visiting his mom and is headed home where he cleans airplane engines for the company currently transporting us. We experience some turbulence and instead of leaning over i turn to him and say, "seems like someone didn't clean the engine very well."