Let’s play.

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If you’re flying solo? Seat mates can make or break the trip.

I’ve had people who won’t shut up and people who don’t say a word.

A woman who wouldn’t stop drinking.

An ADHD child (who drove me to drink)

A man so creepy the flight attendant asked me if I wanted to change seats. (I did, and was upgraded to first class.)

Yes, seat mates are important.

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While I do have a few unanswered questions for Marilyn… and Batman might come in handy if there was an emergency, I’m going with Betty White.

Ten hours of laughing sounds like a good plan to me.

How about you?

Pick a seat mate.

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30 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. As long as I have the window seat – then I’ll pick John Wayne – I figure he is no more interested in talking to me as I am in talking to him. I get to lean my head against the window and have a nice nap.

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  2. Eric Bu4don, nanda down, elbows up. I tried to speak to him once, at one of his more intimate shows (a club, not a concert hall or arena) but he needed to get backstage. He has had a very interesting life, but everyone tells me so have I.

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