3/29/2005
Airplane Conversation
I sat next to an eight year old boy and his ten year old brother on my flight home. I had my headphones on and noticed them whispering to each other, possibly about me.
The younger one tapped me on the shoulder and I removed my headphones. Here is our one and only conversation....
BOY: What's your name?
ME: Jon
BOY: Oh.
Pause
BOY: You look like my counselor from camp this summer.
Pause
ME: Oh, really? What was his name?
BOY: Alan.
Pause
ME: Oh, well...he's not me. (smile)
BOY: I know.
ME: Yeah.
Awkward pause....
Headphones back on.
The younger one tapped me on the shoulder and I removed my headphones. Here is our one and only conversation....
BOY: What's your name?
ME: Jon
BOY: Oh.
Pause
BOY: You look like my counselor from camp this summer.
Pause
ME: Oh, really? What was his name?
BOY: Alan.
Pause
ME: Oh, well...he's not me. (smile)
BOY: I know.
ME: Yeah.
Awkward pause....
Headphones back on.
// posted by Jon Friedman @ 3/29/2005 
