Ipod on.
On the return flight. I sit down in my window seat and soon this man sits down in the seat next to me. I smiled and I realized he's talking to himself. I think ohhhh he must be still on his cell... one of those hands free ear jobbies but nope nothing is in his ear. Still mumbling. He's sounding a little aggressive now. I start to pick up a few curses... some sons of bitches and F bombs and I think great... a psycho.
Ipod on.
We take off. I look over and he has the free magazine USAir gives you and he's OMG?!? what is he doing???
Now he's maniacally tearing out pages and mumbling...
I close my eyes.
About 10 minutes later he taps me on the arm and hands me this...
Madman: Here. I made you a paper dragon.
Me: Thanks. Ummm. You are very talented.
Madman: Do you have any pets?
Me: Yes, a cat.
Madman: I have 2 cats. Hairless from St Petersburg, Russia. I take them for walks on a leash. Their names are Pumpkin and Mr. Biggles.
Me: Nice.
Madman: Have you ever been to Orlando?
Me: Yes.
Madman: I have a house there.
Me: Nice. So is that where your cats are?
Madman: No.
(begins maniacally tearing pages out again.)
Ipod on.
