"How to fly and not have people talk to you"
Susan, This one is for you.
I worked like a slave for a major computer company. If you know technologies others do not, there is good news and bad news. The good news is your company will KYA , pay you well, new car each year, unlimited expense account (no questions), you name it, it is yours.
The bad news is you get on headhunter's hit list and worst of all, you have to teach the world the new technology, so you fly, often, almost daily. Every card for every airline, hotel and rental car is a gold one, millions of miles of flying. Endless flying.
Flying when your brain has been in overdrive in clinical trials for days.
Flying when you are tired, when you just want to see home for more than a day or two. Flying 200K or more on a slow year. Knowing each airport and not just in the United States.
You figure out that most people don't know "how" to fly. They get rude, show up late and have ten carry-ons they try to fit in an over head. If they crush a $800 dollar suit jacket neatly folded on your brief case, no problem, just as long as they get their crap in.
Then you sit down and all you want is some quite time, to rest your brain, to just get from point A to point B. And then it happens, an old Lady who God bless her, is a little nervous about flying and she wants to yack, not talk, yack. " Where do you live? Do you fly much? Do they give us food on this plane? What was that noise?" Blah, blah, blah until you just wish you could say what your Mother raised you never to say. So what do you do? You can't just go off on an old Lady.
Well once I was flying and first class was full and I got stuck flying in the cheap seats with John Q. Flying Public. As always, I was one of the first on the plane because I fly often. When I sat down I noticed the flight crew had missed something in the seat back when they turned the flight over. There was a paperback in the seat, "The Only Living Witness" the true story of Ted Bundy. Mr. serial killer.
Well I open it up to pass some time and start looking at the pictures. An old Lady sits down and starts in with "Hi, do you fly much? I don't, I'm just going to Seattle to see family. I have a son in Redmond and three grand children. What are you reading". Now all I did was tell the truth, "I'm reading about that Ted Bundy guy, says here he killed a bunch of women, some in Seattle." I went back to reading the captions, and she never said another word to me the whole fight.
Well a light bulb went off in my head. She never said another word. You can ask my Wife, after that time I started to fly with a book about what ever murderer was spooking the most people at the time.
I used the same paperback book on Jeffery Dahmer for at least a million miles to ward off talking people on planes. Works like a charm, try it. TED BLUEUNDY
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