Listen, a note to my fellow passengers. I am headed out of town this weekend at a stress level of DEFCON 3.
Whichever one of you out there is to be my seat mate, kindly refrain from engaging me in conversation if I am actively reading my book or listening to my tunes.
This is more for you than me. You are really going to have to trust me on this one. Leave me alone and no ones’ feelings will get hurt. On the trip back, things will be markedly better and if that seat mate wants to discuss anything from belly button lint to the theory of relativity, I will be more than happy to oblige.
I thank you in advance.