I know something is strange about me...on the flight to Michigan, mom & I had different seats. At one point, somebody farted. Or shit in the airplane bathroom and REALLY shit. As we all started coughing and getting sick on the smell, the man next to me said, "Well, somebody ate meat". For some reason, his red faced, older, buzzed on Corona face will always be associated with that phrase. I laugh when I think about that. It DID smell like somebody ate meat. But who says that? I did laugh out loud. Cuz that shit was funny.
Same flight, surrounded by a French family (besides red faced Corona drinking older man) and I kept looking at the woman next to me. Partly because I'm curious what her life must be like...what her youth was like, what it's like to be the grandma to the children that were with her, to be the parent to the man or woman who are the children's parents...I guessed all of this based on interactions and my people watching fetish....I looked at the peach fuzz on her face. Her tired eyes, her smile. The red face said "Well, somebody ate meat", and I was like, "Fucking really?". I was having a grown up moment. Way to foil it, red face. The fact that all the males in the family had on Buccaneers gear. And the fart. Always the fart.
I am tedious with details. They're fascinating.
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