The plain ride wasn't too bad. If you asked anybody else they would have said I sat next to a young woman, my mom if you knew me. But if you had asked me I sat next to an old lady. The words flowed right out of her, she went on constantly the entire way here. Six hours, more even if you count the boarding time. She wasn't going to California like me though, well she was but she wasn't. What I'm saying is she did land in LA but she kept going, hid herself under one of the seats. She liked planes but she really loved the people that came on them. Most people overlooked her. I saw her right away. I walked down the aisle and there she was in the seat next to mine smiling real big at me, like she was waiting. She liked to just look at the people but when she knew I could see her (and she knew instantly) she started jabbering away. So I sat down, and I was sort of afraid of the take off because usually my ears hurt when the plane goes up. I put in my earbuds and turned the music loud, but it was weird because even though my music was blasting I could hear her loud and clear. She talked about everything her whole life story and it ended perfectly when we landed 'And right now the plane is going to land. The end.' she talked about her childhood and some red sparkly shoes she wore on her first date, and how her mamas hair shined in the sun, and a lot about her son, Joey. Right up until her death, and I thought it would stop there but it didn't, she kept going on about her afterlife too. She was silly and charming at the same time. And she wasn't sad to see me leave it ended with 'I'll see you around, have fun' and I was off.