My Man.
On my flight back from the Chi this morning, I sat next to an elderly caucasian man. Very friendly young man from the minute he sat down. You know sometimes when you’re on the plane, people can be rude as hell when they sit next to you. Looking over your shoulder, reading your magazine, jacking the armrest, not passing your peanuts over from the flight attendant….the list goes on. I started getting my normal airplane routine in place, take out the book, iPod, start flipping through that damn Sky Mall magazine to see what crazy shit and just getting comfortable in my seat. I’m tired. Between meetings and the remnants of a cold, I’m beat and I’m really not in the mood to talk.But dude was persistent. He just had to have a conversation. It’s all good. Fresh can talk to anybody. Plus the flight was delayed (typical Chi shit) and my iPod battery was getting low.On this 1 hour and change flight, what do you think we talked about?
