Flight
Jewblog’s story about people on the plane reminded me about this one time I flew to Mexico.
Or maybe it was back from Mexico. I don’t remember which. I was probably 16 or 17 at the time.
Anyway, I was seated at the window and the guy in the middle seat was very very intoxicated. He was very nice and talkative, wanting to know about me and telling me about his kids and what not.
Then at some point, the alcohol must have really kicked in because he kept saying things like this (in proper Mexican type accent):
MAN, JEW GONNA GO FAR IN LIFE MAN. I CAN FEEL IT. GIMME FIVE MAN.
MAN, JEW GONNA BE SOMETHING SPECIAL MAN. YOU ARE THE MAN MAN. JEW ARE JUST TOO COOL.
over and over again he praised me for how I was going to go far in life.
I was extremely nervous about this, because it’s a 4 hour flight and we were like only 1 hour into it. I even put on a CD player and headphones and he kept talking to me. After another hour he passed out and slept the rest of the way. He didn’t even say anything when he woke up, as he probably completely forgot about all of it.
Good tims? I think not.