spiders from mars

when the seats in front of me are vaccated, i throw my pillow into them and make a leap before wonder boy on my left can even bat an eyelash.

"hahahahaha! sucker!" cries the inner voice, mentrally giving him the finger

until grampa sits down with me, wanting to share his travel plan, his destination times and his reasons for travelling. it's not that i am not interested, really. because normally i'll talk to anyone.

it's the fact that it's three am that throws me off just a little bit.