Most people would agree that I am a very friendly person who loves talking to people. When I enter an airport, that is not the case. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't sit by me. Don't put your arm on the armrest. Don't even breathe near me. I hate being stuck in a small space with strangers for any period of time, and I particularly hate making small talk with people I'll never see again. So today, after choosing an aisle seat in the back away from people, I pulled out my book and was about to open it when I hear a high-pitched southern voice say, "Hey I don't wanna squish yall but can I sit there?" After she squeezed into the middle seat with her Vera Bradley bags, it was 20 questions with this girl. "Are you in a sorority? Are you going home? Are you excited? Where do you go to school? " Normally, I would (rather rudely) blow her off, but for some reason I didn't and I ended up talking to her and the guy in the window seat the whole way there. Probably this newfound airport chattiness was only due to the 45 minute flying time, but still. It did prove to be a very enjoyable flight.
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