I was at the airport getting ready to get on a plane to Philadelphia. My ticket was for row 5. In line behind me, I overheard a woman say to her husband, 'we just need to find someone in row 5 that will be willing to switch with you." Now, if I were nice, I would've turned around right there and volunteered. However, I didn't know where they were sitting, and because I'm a little particular on where I sit, (nobody likes a middle seat), I didn't say anything. Well, when I handed my ticket to the flight attendant, she said out loud, 'you're in row 5'. The woman behind me overheard and asked me if I would switch with her husband. (Busted!) As it turned out, he had an aisle seat only three rows back, so I said ok.
Then the funniest thing happened. While I was sitting in my seat in row 8, I overheard a conversation between two men in row 7. I would not have heard them if I had been seated in my original seat. They talked about synchronization for a good 15 minutes. It sounded like they had some good stories as well, but I couldn't hear everything only bits and pieces.
Yes, universe. I asked and you answered. thank you.
2 comments:
First you had a dry spell and now...when it rains it pours. In this case it's pouring out synchronicities. So cool.:)
About switching seats: I would have done the same thing for the same reason.
So kewl!!! This is so very interesting. -- Promila
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