I get my marble loaf and apple juice and proceed to my gate. I sit down 3 seats from a woman who is slightly overweight, brown hair, bangs that aren't exactly even going across the bottom of her fore head, and overall looks like a very nice women.
"Where is the Starbucks at?"
"Just about three to four gates down, not too far."
"Oh, well I'm kind of hungry, so maybe I'll just go get some burger King."
I smile and say "Good idea"... but deep down I hate burger King with a passion. The four years i was at the University of Texas, there was a burger king right next to where i spent most of my college career (by the BC office). I ate there way too much and cannot stand the smell/taste/or thought of burger king to this day. There is even one 2 blocks from where i live, I've never been there and do not plan on ever going there. I think the only way I'd ever go to a burger king is if it were the last place on earth. And I Digress.
"My friends say I'm a social butterfly"
"That's a good quality to have" I say.
Then she asks, "Are you a business man?". I'm assuming she asks this because I'm wearing my sport coat, slacks, and a dress shirt.
"Yes maam I am." I wasn't really sure what to say, since businessman is such a generic term that in some ways, i wouldn't want to be called that.
She then goes on to tell me that she is from Dallas and why she is heading to Rochester NY.
"I have epilepsy. The doctors here in Dallas have told me that I need to go there and that they are running out of ideas. I'm currently on 4500 MG of medication a day to control it." So less than 5 minutes of talking to her, she begins to tell me all about it and how the clinic there is kind of her last resort. I begin to feel very bad for her, but have no idea what to say. If I knew her, I think i would be ok. I guess i was shocked that she would provide this kind of information to a complete stranger minutes within meeting them.
By this time I have finished my marble loaf and apple juice and am trying to figure out if there is some kind of exit strategy. I know it sounds mean, but I just did not feel like talking about this at 530 am... is that wrong of me?
Finally, they start the boarding process. I tell her good luck and hope that everything works out well. I think she might have just been nervous and wanted to talk. For me though... 530 am is not the best time to talk to me... unless I've been up all night and am doped up on cocaine and hypnotic.
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This past weekend I cleaned my room. It is now cleaner than it ever has been before since i moved in 10 months ago. It was a great weekend. This is me breathing.
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You finally stepped up and took the advice. Clean room. So proud.
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