Hmm...tell them that flying makes me airsick. Might work. Of course this last woman I sat next to actually did want to make me vomit. She saw my uniform and had to ask if I was a pilot. And of course her response was "Oh Lord..." The she proceded to tell me about her 4 cats and their personalities. And then she went on about her truck and how there are boy trucks and girl trucks and how every big truck is a boy truck and how every pink or powder blue truck is a girl truck unless its a big truck then its a boy truck and how her truck was a boy truck because it had a temper and was unreliable...I wanted to shoot myself at the end of that flight.
-MJ