If you’re reading this and thinking “I love to talk on planes,” please read on and allow me share what your “neighbor” might be thinking.
A plane might seem like a great place to make friends, because we are packed in more closely than any bar you’ve ever been to. We share everything from an arm rest to foot space to actual air. And although we may collaborate on passing drinks and getting up for the restroom, it doesn’t mean I want to chat.
I, for one, am uncomfortable as we share space in this sardine can 30,000 feet in the air. Some of the signals I put out that I don’t want to chat range from really big headphones (thank you Beats!), to sleep masks, intense phone usage, reading books or my Kindle. Yet people still have this need to talk, and unfortunately there is nowhere to go. I think Patrick Stewart did a nice job illustrating how we all feel sitting next to a “Chatty Charlie.”
We all have our own stories — many of us have had a version of John Candy sitting next to us from Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.
So what’s your most memorable “chatty neighbor” moment? I’ll take the good, the bad, and the just-plain-weird!