I usually avoid the window seat. Statistically folks who sit on the aisle have a better chance of surviving a crash, plus it's a whole lot easier to get to the bathroom.
But usually isn't always and sometimes a window seat is the best place for snugging up for a homeward nap or, as it is tonight, a little reflective eavesdropping on the gentleman behind me whose hand is dancing in a regulated repetition across the ruled page like a visual metronome.
Posting by cameraphone from the road home.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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