Sunday, June 27, 2010

Memo to self:

Don't talk to the male species on the plane/bus. They will mistaken Southern hospitality for something else and try to stalk you.

Will post more later.


On my way back from Atlanta to New York, I sat next to a dark haired, dark skinned man. He was really fidgety and sweaty, so I became very paranoid all of a sudden that he was a terrorist. (Fear is irrational, unfortunately leading to some prejudice). I offered him a piece of gum and started making small talk to try to figure out where he was from and what he was doing in NYC. From Peru, auto mechanic in Ohio. He's clear, not a terrorist (though I don't know what would be characteristics of a terrorist). Anyway, he got really excited that I was talking to him, so he continued to talk to me, which eventually got annoying because he kept nudging me and smiling at me. I tried to stop the conversation by working on the Sudoku in the back of SkyMagazine, but he asked me to teach him. After he figured it out, I let him work on it and told him I was going to take a nap, which I did for the rest of the trip. When I woke up, he asked me where I was going, how I was getting there, and if he could follow me since he had nothing else to do while waiting for his connection. :O Really?! I gave him a weird look, quickly got off the plane and hid in the bathroom till everyone on my flight had passed.

That is why I cannot talk to the male species on the plane anymore.

me: why are you showing me this?
friend: i read your blog. this has high reviews
me: LOL
friend: i read through some of it and thought it could be useful for you


  1. what, no photos to accompany this particular blog post? :P oh joyy... hahaha. your nyc adventures seem pretty epic.

  2. wut stalker? -___________________-

  3. that is sooo sketch =O and LOL at your friend. i think you should get the pink one though :D

  4. hahahah that's why i thought people were sketchy when i came to visit the midwest! now you know.