Airplanes

Recently i flew to Arizona (Phoenix) to visit some friends (in Chandler) with a good friend (Dakota).
As we ascended into the evening sky from the miniature airport in Springfield,
i found myself unable to do anything but read.
And so i did.

Every once in a while my eyes would dry from the blowing recycled air
and i would straighten out of my emergency row slouch to look about the plane.
There i found a man snoring, a man nervously fidgeting with his phone, and another man reading.
I must be honest, i judge people by what they do on airplanes.
The activity they chose when there is nothing else to do can really tell you a lot about a person.
But mostly, i judge people by the books they read on airplanes.

For example, there was a lady that sat next to me in the emergency exit row.
She was reading what appeared to be some woman oriented love novel with 400 pages and large print.
Here's my judgment:
She is married, but lonely (thus the novel she was traveling with and not the man).
Reading boosts her self esteem, but she does it rarely (large book with large print).
She was embarking on a 3 day work trip in which she will spend an equal amount of time at the bar as she will in her hotel room, yearning for conversation. Yet when that conversation arrives, she will drive it away with her constant chatter about anything and everything that has been building up for the hours she spent reading in silence on the plane.

I judge people by what they read.
What does your book say about you?