Two Men Sitting Behind Me

“They told me that they’d spot check at the entrance.” He came later and dropped his carry-on with a thud. The other one looked up from his newspaper and asked, “How did it go?”

“OK. You know, when a woman is doing  this to you, I am not going to complain.”

Chuckle, chuckle.

[More sexually explicit remarks , loud!]

Bursts of laughter.

The Asian flight attendant looked at me and turned her face away.  

[More loud conversations, remarks expressed with self-assured air.]

For once I’m glad I don’t have a direct flight. Three hours to Tokyo was already too long. 

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