The Airport (part dos)

Well, here I am. Back again. How is this happening? I feel deserving of scorn right now. "You're leaving New York...to fly to Akron, Ohio...again? Do a Lebron and RUN AWAY, child!"

The man sitting a couple of seats down was just hardcore staring at me, and when I looked up he did the awkward nod that says, "Yes, I am a man awkwardly staring at you. It's not in a predatory way. This polite nod signifies that I am not a creeper." He does look familiar though, probably in the way that any blonde, fit, white polo-wearing, upper-middle class Yankees fan looks familiar.

Contrary to what I said last time I was at the airport, I feel like not as many people are being friendlier than usual New Yorkers today (other than Mr. Polite Nod, since people here generally don't feel the need to cover up their staring with polite gestures). It could be just me taking on a stronger rude/jaded New Yorker persona though. I hope not. Ah well, it's nothing a weekend of praying and fasting in Ohio can't curb.

Later edit: When I was boarding, the boarding line was held up. Peering around a couple of people in front of me, I saw that it was because a young couple approximately my age was tickling and canoodling and getting altogether swept up in their mutual public lust. Obvs, I felt it was necessary to yell "EXCUSE ME" to snap them out of their line-clogging sexual reverie. A few minutes later when I got on the plane and went to find my seat, I realized that as I was sitting on the side with three seats in a row, the disgustocouple were my seatmates.