It is hard when the passenger next to you is chatty

That is what I got today on the flight from Denver to Phoenix - a talker. The guy seated next to me kept going on and on like he knew me. The weirdest part was he was next to me in the airport parking lot, next to me at security, next to me on the train to the terminal and then showed up in seat 9B right next me on the flight. It all seems too coincidental.

Before the plane took off he kept talking to me about the snack options on the flight, even though I had my headphones on. Some people just can't take a hint. Apparently, his name is Dale. He is a Colorado native and is headed with his boyfriend to Hawaii. Blah, blah, blah.

He seemed harmless enough and quieted down eventually to listen to his iPod. I snapped a photo of him.





I spoke too soon about him quieting down though. About 10 minutes after I took his photo, he started tapping his finger on his seat tray and pointing out what he found to be interesting items in the Sky Mall magazine. The man was obviously crazy. He even offered me a sip of his cranberry-apple juice. Ewwww! Gross. As you can guess I was horrified. I snapped a photo of myself in case I was being stalked and needed evidence for a future court case.





Thank goodness it was a short flight. With my luck I will be stuck next to the same guy on the connecting flight to Hawaii.