strangers on a plane.

i spent another day in meetings in st. george today.

just as i sat down in seat 4b of the twin prop plane, my seat partner came down the aisle and gave me the "that's my window seat in there" look.
i scooted, he moved in, we both strapped on our lap belts.
and then we stared at the books in hand we both came equipped to read.

now.

i'm not a plane talker.

not ever.

but we immediately struck up solid conversation

about literature

economics

foreign films
land development

and

my job

{naturally}.

how thankful i am that i had a catalogue of material in my memory bank, adequately full of intelligent things to contribute to a conversation. things like literature and foreign films. phew. with my boss is sitting in the row behind me... capable of hearing everything i say. piping in, even, {seriously, my working relationships are unreal} i'm certain i wasn't the only one thinking, "tried and true... if single men thought she {i} was as awesome as married men did, she'd {i'd} be married with three kids by now."

hmmph.

hmmph.

hmmmmmph.