Daniel-San wrote:
"Tim J." wrote ...
For some reason, I always seem to inherit "best friends" sitting next to
me.

While I don't look much like her ('least I don't think so...), I seem to be
in the position of the old woman who sat next to Stryker in "Airplane".

All you need is a magazine and a glare. When your seatmate
attempts to start an inane conversation sigh deeply, place
your magazine in your lap, look at them over the tops of
your glasses like you've just noticed a **** stain on the
carpet and ask, "pardon me ?"