The other day, on my way home from my business trip,
I was seated in the middle seat, between two guys. Middle seat has never been
my favourite kind of seat- squeezed in between with no arm rest (most of the
time).
As I was browsing the in-flight magazine,
the guy on the left started to make conversation. “Ah, small talk only”. Being a nice person, just bear with it. Though I already aim to catch up on my sleep
during the flight.
Hmm.. turn out to be the “small talk” turn
out to be a long talk and the guy makes me feel very uncomfortable to sit
beside him. He kept on putting his left
arm on the armrest, which is OK for me since I’m not resting my right arm on
the arm rest anyway. But then his arm
doesn’t stay put when he’s talking. I
think the guy on my left side knew that I felt uncomfortable as I kept lying on
my left side body, trying to keep my distance from the guy on the right. Even when I already open my book and try to
concentrate on my reading, the guy on the right kept on bothering me.
Questions like “U travel alone?”, “Have you
married?”, “Where’s your husband”, “Where do you live?”,etc.
I don’t dwell much to strangers, what more
when I have the not so good instinct on a particular stranger. So..false identity is the way to save
myself. After telling him that I’m
married and have 1 son, the guy seems to slow down on talking. Though he seem not convinced enough on my
story and how come I travel without bringing ‘my son’ (‘my husband’ and my family take good care of ‘my son’), how come I don’t wear
my wedding band(I don’t like to wear jewelleries) and how come ‘my husband’ is
OK with me travelling to other country and left him to take care of ‘my
son’(‘my husband’ is an understanding guy and support my career). People people, why la I met this kind of
people.
In the end, I didn’t manage to catch on my
sleep. I pray that next time I’ll get a
better seat or better people to seat next to me.
