Airplane etiquette intrigues me.
You'd think sitting next to someone for hours and saying nothing but hello (if that) might be rude. But it's not, and as a socially awkward introvert, that works for me. The idea of sustaining a conversation with a stranger for hours makes me nervous. The alternative is figuring out how to politely end a conversation with someone I'm (still) sitting next to, and I don't know how to do that either.
Still, when my seatmate talks to me, as my seatmate did on the first leg of my trip on Friday, I try to oblige. Anyone that friendly should be encouraged.
I was going to South Carolina. He was from South Carolina. That's a good starting off point, right? And he was nice, easy to talk to.
Finally I asked him the reason for his trip. He said he was going to DC for a gig. He'd be singing in front of around 700 people.
I'd liked him already. Now I was jazzed. We were so not going to run out of things to talk about in the next five minutes. I briefly pulled my CD out of my purse like a calling card, and we chatted about what kind of music we play, how we got into singing and songwriting, etc.
At the end of the flight, we exchanged CDs. I won't get to listen to his until I'm back in Tucson. Something (besides joyous reunion with the boyfriend) to look forward to when my vacation is over.
Funny. When I got back into music after a prolonged absence, I did it because I missed music. Meeting other members of the tribe is a fringe benefit I still haven't gotten used to.