
Originally Posted by
Sancho
I started this book on an airplane-ride yesterday, but I only read a few pages. In the seat behind me, there were two chatty-cathys who talked non-stop from takeoff to landing. Their conversation centered around a friend of theirs who, as far as I could tell, had a poor sense for fashion. They laughed and laughed. One of them sort of shrieked when she laughed and could hit a natural high-C with frightening regularity.
Anyway, I wound up reaching over my seat-back and in one swift movement I slapped both of them across the eyes with my copy of Electric Sheep. In the melee that ensued, my book was lost. If you ask me, I think one of the flight attendants got it.
Okay, okay, that last part isn’t exactly true. It could be that it was a normal flight, and maybe I was just too distracted to concentrate, and it’s more than likely that I just left my book in the seat-pocket in front of me.
Curses!