Overheard on the Plane

Posted on 13 March 2013

“My mom dominates Easter egg hunts.”

“You say ‘phone booth’ to kids and they don’t know what you’re talking about. Crazy.”

“Does this count as an electronic device?” –woman holding a cassette tape Walkman

“Is this Chandler? You know, Chandler Bing? From Friends? He looks the same. Joey, though, he looks different.”

“My boarding pass lists Times Square and the Empire State Building as suggested attractions.”

“Am I really related to you? Are you really my family? What are the odds that we’re all separately adopted?”

Do you dominate Easter egg hunts? Do you suspect mass adoption? Where are you flying?

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12 responses to Overheard on the Plane

  • Teri says:

    I suspect Aunt Mary’s boyfriend is in trouble. She was in the hospital on her birthday last weekend and he brought her a small card.

    “It was so tiny and there was a little girl on the front,” she said, “I’m 69 years old! And all it said was happy birthday to someone nice and smart. Where was the beautiful verse? He just signed it ‘Gary’ with no love, not Love Gary like he used to. Where was the love? I tell you what, when I get outta here I don’t even want to go home. He can just stay there and cook his own meals and I’ll find a new place to live and he can keep his stingy-ass love for himself.”

    You tell him!!

  • Averil says:

    I do dominate Easter egg hunts. I never give up, especially when the eggs are filled with candy.

    • When I was a kid, I went to this really elaborate Easter egg hunt. They gave special prizes to anyone who found one of three golden eggs. I found the first golden egg fairly quickly in the depths of some prickly bushes. (Those egg hunt organizers meant business.) I think it took over an hour for the next to be found. My prize was a battery-powered stuffed bunny that marched around. Years later I’d borrow a marching band drum from my brother and dress as the Energizer Bunny for Halloween. This is all true.

  • Downith says:

    Oh the second one. Sometimes when I talk about my childhood days to my kids, I honestly think I was born in a different century. Wait, I was.

    • I used my cassette-player Walkman for way longer than anyone else I knew. What can I say — I had a lot of mixed tapes! And my old car only has a tape deck. True, I have a converter for an MP3 player, but I’d *still* be listening to my old mixed tapes in that car if the cassette player hadn’t started chewing them up and destroying them.

  • MSB says:

    I’ve never been to the top of The Empire State Building. Isn’t that peculiar?

    • It makes sense to me. When you live in a place, it seems rare to do the touristy stuff. I grew up in Lancaster, PA and never took an Amish buggy ride, visited an Amish house, or ate shoo-fly pie. I’ve still never done any of those things except the shoo-fly pie — after I moved away, my boyfriend and I got snowed out near Lancaster-ish while crossing Pennsylvania, so we stopped for a hotel and a diner, where I tried that pie the first time.

      I did not like it.

      • Just realizing now that I compared New York and the Empire State Building to Pennsylvania Amish country and a pie made out of molasses. I’m hopeless.

        • MSB says:

          The comparison totally works! I will say, however, good shoo fly pie is to die for. What’s that farmer’s market in Lancaster called? The one in an old barn. I think it’s the oldest farmer’s market in America or at least it touts itself as it is. We got some there on our last visit. It was AMAZING.

  • Teri says:

    Haha! I have just come back to see I didn’t answer the question. What in the world was I thinking?!?

    I am terrible at Easter egg everything, and right now I wish I were on an international flight to anywhere in Europe, some city where I could sit outside at a cafe with a cup of coffee and listen to languages I don’t understand all around. Ahhhhhh….

  • Paul Lamb says:

    I never doubted my parentage, but when I was a little boy I was certain that I was the only human left and that everyone else was a Martian in disguise. They could even see through my eyes, presumably to check on what I was looking at. I’m an adult now, and I don’t believe that any longer (or do I?).

  • Catherine says:

    I gave up with Easter egg hunts. I sometimes tell me kids they were adopted – the way they narrow their eyes! I wish I were flying to Paris today. But I’m not!

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