A Taste Of My Own Medicine

I made it home OK, and the plane trips went about as smoothly as I could have wished for. No missed connections, no late arrivals. There was one thing about the trip from Phoenix to Dallas that struck me though. Normally I am the type of person who tries not to speak to the person next to me if at all possible. However, yesterday I noticed that the guy sitting next to me happened to have a ring from the same college that I went to. Most people that graduate from this college have these rings, and they are fairly distinctive. I thought it would be rude to not acknowledge it since he might have noticed my ring, so I struck up a conversation. We talked about our college sports team for a little bit, but it soon became apparent to me that this guy really wasn't in a chatting mood. I was actually a bit relieved. So, I went back to my CD and magazine. I'm not sure, but I think I may have been the only person in America yesterday who was listening to the Wu Tang Clan while reading Reader's Digest. I just thought it was very ironic that I was the person who actually tried to start a conversation and got resistance from someone else!