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the story of an invisible girl
On the Plane
I sit I my windowseat on the plane, watching the world drop away from us. There is a girl next to me, perhaps in her early twenties. She wears a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, looking ready for a long flight, gym class, or perhaps bedtime.

When she sat down, she turned on the fan. I was mildly surprised, given her short sleeves. But probably she was hurrying to get to the gate, carrying luggage, and was warm from the exertion.

An airplane is such a strange place. I sit inches from this girl, and we haven't exchanged words. We politely make an effort not to accidentally touch.

I am feeling a bit chilly. Not cold, but a little chilled. Not a big deal, but I prefer to be warmer when I have a choice. My seat fan is not on, but my neighbor's fan blows onto her seat, and my shoulder right next to her can feel the air.

I steal a glance at her. She is asleep, sitting upright with her arms crossed and her jaw relaxed, mouth open. I always hate it when I catch myself with my mouth hanging open like that, as I think it must be unflattering. It doesn't look all that bad.

I contemplate turing off her fan. After all in just a t-shirt, surely she doesn't want it any longer. I rationalize it to myself: she is just sleeping, so she hasn't been alert enough to turn it off. Then I picture her waking up, too warm, and wondering why her fan is off.

I discretely look her over, deciding that if I can see goosebumps on her bare arms then I am justified in turning it off. There are no bumps. She must not be cold.

Briefly I wonder how that can be, that she in her short sleeves can be comfortable with air on her skin, while I in my sweatshirt am chilled. I also fret briefly about the fact that I have left my scarf at home. Then I shrug internally and pull out my library book. Nothing can be done about any of it now; time to read the flight away.
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kyril From: kyril Date: April 14th, 2008 04:07 am (UTC) (Link)
My wife always seems to want it warmer in the car, even when I'm opening my jacket or taking it off and desperately want it cooler.

We achieve dual-zone climate control when she opens her window.
nishar From: nishar Date: April 14th, 2008 08:48 am (UTC) (Link)
That is why they hand out blankies on flights. I always get one.
renniekins From: renniekins Date: April 15th, 2008 03:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Good point. I always get a pillow and blanket on longer flights, but I figured for this one (1.5 hours) I didn't need to worry about it.... on the way home, I think I will though!
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 17th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh, Good! You didn't get eated!

She wasn't r-ea-a-lly a girl. She was a polymorphing Greenland Shark. And she wasn't r-ea-a-lly sleeping! She just had to keep her eyes closed so you didn't see that they glowed.

Man, you're lucky to have survived that encounter! And you read a book? Awesome!
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