The plane ride is uncomfortable and seems to drag on forever. They put me
on one of those cheap airlines, no food, no drinks, no flight attendants.
Luckily I bought a bag of M&M's at the airport.
The woman next to me has been trying to spark a conversation for nearly two hours now. Give it up already! I'm not interested in Bush's speech he gave to the people of.where ever. leave me alone.
"Are you on this flight all alone missy?" she asks, her Texan accent is getting to me.
I nod. I don't feel like talking, I have so many other things on my mind.
"Oh, taking a trip to the old city of LV are ya?" she smiles, her teeth show she is a smoker. And by the deep yellow colour I'd say she has been for a long time.
"Not exactly." My voice it bitter, I realize how rude I must have sounded, "Sorry." I try to give a friendly grin, but it doesn't break through.
That's alright there, hun. I'm stopping by there on my way back to Huston.." There is a pause, "Just, 'cause, I thought you were a little young to be on a plane by yourself, and. you are from Canada are ya not?"
"How'd you guess?" Besides me getting on in Ontario and the Canada shirt I'm wearing.
"Oh, the accent. I can always tell a Canuck from the rest." I ignore that comment. "So where are your parents?" she asks.
I feel the tears coming. I try unsuccessfully to hide my face.
"I'm sorry, hun." She left it at that.
The pilot announces one hour until we reach Vegas. I wonder what my uncle looks like. I heard my dad talk about him a few times. From what I've heard he is smart. but that's about it. I didn't really find it weird, until now, that I've never met the guy.
The woman next to me has been trying to spark a conversation for nearly two hours now. Give it up already! I'm not interested in Bush's speech he gave to the people of.where ever. leave me alone.
"Are you on this flight all alone missy?" she asks, her Texan accent is getting to me.
I nod. I don't feel like talking, I have so many other things on my mind.
"Oh, taking a trip to the old city of LV are ya?" she smiles, her teeth show she is a smoker. And by the deep yellow colour I'd say she has been for a long time.
"Not exactly." My voice it bitter, I realize how rude I must have sounded, "Sorry." I try to give a friendly grin, but it doesn't break through.
That's alright there, hun. I'm stopping by there on my way back to Huston.." There is a pause, "Just, 'cause, I thought you were a little young to be on a plane by yourself, and. you are from Canada are ya not?"
"How'd you guess?" Besides me getting on in Ontario and the Canada shirt I'm wearing.
"Oh, the accent. I can always tell a Canuck from the rest." I ignore that comment. "So where are your parents?" she asks.
I feel the tears coming. I try unsuccessfully to hide my face.
"I'm sorry, hun." She left it at that.
The pilot announces one hour until we reach Vegas. I wonder what my uncle looks like. I heard my dad talk about him a few times. From what I've heard he is smart. but that's about it. I didn't really find it weird, until now, that I've never met the guy.