Good Seat Mate

I sat in 10C.  My coworker sat in 9C.  His seat mate?  A dishy salt and pepper business man who was quiet, and slept.  They didn’t say a word to each other the whole flight.  The dream seat mate.

Who was in 10A?  Moe.  Short for Muhammed.  Moe lives in Tucson, his kids go to the U of A and his whole family is coming from Iran to stay for a couple months.  He has several job offers, several of which he showed me the letters for.  We took off at 9 am.  By 10:00 he had asked me to dinner.  By 10:15 he asked if he could buy me a drink on the drink cart (did I mention it was 10:15 AM?).  And finally he just brok down and asked if I was married.  Followed with a big arm swing and snap saying “Darn”.  Very subtle.  I know what he does, I know when his father died and what he missed most about his father.  Still, I managed to get 80 pages of my book read – Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. 

Thank goodness it is warm here, it is a balmy 1 outside right now.  I think I will go get some coffee.

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11 Responses to Good Seat Mate

  1. Aunt Jane says:

    Getting hit on is a consequence of being so darn cute! I never seem to have that trouble when I fly….

  2. Jillian says:

    Great story!!! Glad to know that I am not the only one who gets stuck next to the strangest people on planes.

  3. jennie says:

    It’s really nice to know that you have a backup who is apparantly so ready and willing.Only joking, Phil. You don’t need a backup.

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