A Blog.

The same is true when you’re on planes. There’s nothing worse than someone who wants to talk to you the entire time. For instance, on my flight to Vegas, I sat in the window seat next to a fat lady and her portly kid; he looked about ten years old and wanted to show me how to play all of his video games; he expressed disbelief when I told him that I hadn’t played any of them. I can’t imagine what he would’ve thought if I told him how I was around when the first Nintendo Gameboy came out. He talked a lot, which made me thankful that I had two dollars and bought a headset with which to watch Runaway Jury, an absolutely awful movie. When it was over I pretended to listen to the radio for the rest of the flight so he wouldn’t talk to me anymore. He was a nice enough kid, but just talked too damn much.