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Questions in the Sky
Jan. 6th, 2006 05:26 amI was on the plane last night, and it was quite late, so, who knows? It could have been my imagination.
The man sitting next to me was watching sports on TV, and had semi-jokingly complained about having to sit next to me. I tuned it out and found myself dozing.
I woke up to find him tearing a page out of the in-flight magazine, nearly folding it, and stuffing it down over his shirt, over his heart.
Totemic protection? A hot stock tip? Random furtiveness? Hidden messages?
Who knows?
And why did I do the same thing?
The man sitting next to me was watching sports on TV, and had semi-jokingly complained about having to sit next to me. I tuned it out and found myself dozing.
I woke up to find him tearing a page out of the in-flight magazine, nearly folding it, and stuffing it down over his shirt, over his heart.
Totemic protection? A hot stock tip? Random furtiveness? Hidden messages?
Who knows?
And why did I do the same thing?
