Yesterday at this time, I was having coffee at IHOP with Dad and heading back to Sea-Tac. It was a beautiful morning (on the way from Walla Walla in the DHC-8-400 we saw the mountain "was out"), so before escorting me to the flight check-in, he parked us on the garage roof and we took a few pictures of the control tower and the runways.
The flight from Seattle to Amsterdam was comfortable until the second time I woke up. See, when I'm traveling, poorly rested, or in new surroundings, I talk in my sleep.
I had been developing a rather pleasant rapport with my neighbors-- one a math/physics teacher at a German secondary school (she became convinced that I was Australian, and I still don't know how this miscommunication occurred), the other reading a mystery novel (alright in my book)-- when I awoke to realize that they'd both been staring rather in horror at me. I didn't go into it.
Thankfully, I hadn't been hoping either of them would let me nap on their shoulders.
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