The thrilling conclusion
> To quote the Great Chairman Kaga, 'If my memory serves me
> Last time we spoke on this matter, I had the [good/mis]fortune to be
> stuck in line with a stunning young woman while waiting for a flight.
> Unlike most members of the opposite sex, she seemed not to be
> completely dismissive of me.
> We'll pick up the story at the point where these things usually end.
> She had noticed my RioVolt sticking out of my backpack and was asking
> me about it.
> [Quick Plug]
> I love MP3s. But what I don't love are these tiny players with only
> 64 or 128MB of memory, or the massive jukeboxes that start at $300.
> That's why I like the MP3-CD player so much. CD-Rs cost pennies, you
> can get hundreds of songs on a single disc, and
> skipping is almost unheard of. Finally, the price falls in the range
> of $60-150, depending on brand.
> [End Of Plug]
> So we start to talk about music, what we like and what we don't, that
> usual stuff.
> What happened next was what I like to refer to as 'The Dropping of
> the Other Shoe'.
> She then mentioned that she and her boyfriend were going to a concert
> next week.
> Yup. Her Boyfriend. Of several years, no less. And guess what? She's
> taking this flight to meet him!
> I did my best to show no reaction. After all, how bad would I look if
> I just lost all interest? Of course, I would be lying if I said I was
> completely surprised.
> So we continued with the small talk until it was time for us to file
> into the plane. she had told me that she had her own seat
> requirements like me, which made me feel a bit better. We said some
> little good-byes and went our separate ways to our seats.
> I can guess what you're thinking. Why didn't I do some crazy
> desperate act to show her that I might be the one she's always
> wanted? Because that's simply not me. It took almost all my nerve to
> even start talking to her in the first place. I don't know
> what that says about me, and I don't care.
> As I sat in my seat, thumbing through the in-flight magazine, I
> replayed the whole encounter in my head. I wanted to do something to
> cap off the whole encounter but I wasn't sure what. I was fairly sure
> we would never meet again, so embarrassment wasn't
> a factor.
> I decided to go the old-school route. I searched my pack for my
> notepad, but then realized that I had packed it in my suitcase. Then,
> in a flash of inspiration or desperation, I chose to utilize the
> resources I had on hand.
> Using an unused air sickness bag, I wrote her a letter. Part
> explanation and paer apology, it was my way of tying the whole
> experience in a tidy package. I asked one of the flight attendants to
> give her the note, and while he did do a double-take, it
> appeared he was used to this sort of errand.
> I spent the rest of the flight wondering if she had read the letter,
> thrown it away, or had actually used it the way it was meant to be
> When we touched down, I waited for almost all the passengers to leave
> the plane. As I made my way down the escalator to retrieve my
> luggage, I could see her and her boyfriend share a hug and kiss. I
> hung back, even though it was clear she wasn't looking
> for me.
> I didn't see her on the rturn flight. In fact, it wasn't till about a
> week later that I got an e-mail from her. She was actually flattered
> by the note and since then, we've traded e-mail occasionally.
> Well, that's my story. I'm sure the buildup was much more interesting
> than the payoff, but most times so is life. Granted, "I hit on a
> girl, but she had a boyfriend." is a bit more succinct, but where's
> the fun in that?
> Thanks for reading,
"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall in an open sewer and die"