I recently took a trip to Alabama to see Pauline and other friends. It was nice to get away and I LOVE the south. I'm definitely a southern girl in my heart, even though I was raised in the North. It was a wonderful trip filled with lots of visiting, laughing and some crying too. This is what normally happens when we get together. One of the strangest things about this trip for me was the travel to and back...
I left San Jose on March 17th my flight left at 6 am. I really don't like flying very much at all and would prefer to drive everywhere I go, but unfortunately sometimes it's just not possible. I was on a small airplane, but I didn't mind, because I always book an isle seat. When on walks a tall man 6'6" or so with a big barrel chest. Right behind him was a younger man about 24 and about the same height, a bit smaller but definitely a large guy by most standards. With them was a young man about my height, probably 12 or 13 and he to was built very solidly. I want you to know when I say big, I mean very solid not over weight. The older man and the youngest boy sat behind me and the 24 ish year old was my seat mate.
We introduced ourselves and I thought that would be that, because I wanted to nap. But I could tell he was nervous. I asked him if he he'd traveled much and he said that he did, but he didn't like little planes. So we started visiting. George and I had a wonderful time, we talked about where we were going, what we were going to do once we got there. We talked about where we lived, which he lives about 10 miles from where I live. We talked about work. He works here in Morgan Hill. It was one of my most enjoyable flights! He was such a sweetheart.
As I boarded my flight in Salt Lake to come back to San Jose, I was making my way back to my seat and I heard a voice call my name and it was my friend George. The funniest thing is we were seated next to each other again. Different side of the airplane and different rows from last time. I didn't even know when he was flying back. We were both shocked and happy. I was happy because I was seated next to him my friend instead of the two men that were flirting with me from my last flight. They had asked me to trade seats with one of their seat mates so we could "talk" more. Not that I was seated by them on the last flight, thankfully, but I had run into them in the isle a few times. I like to get up and stretch on flights. But when they saw I knew George my seat mate, they left me alone. Yeah!
I think it's pretty amazing that we were on the same flight and that we were seat mates again. I haven't had an opportunity to go to Starbucks and see my friend yet but I hope to later in the week. Another funny thing is that when I put on my headphones and was listening to a little music (sometimes I listen to it pretty load), he laughed because he had the same songs. Small world isn't it!
So now I have a new good friend, George...
