Dear Seat 29B,
You seem like a nice enough guy. You're clean cut and you don't even smell bad.But I don't know what about me says "please talk to me." Was it the iPod? The stacks of color coded notecards? The Rules of Professional Conduct I'm frantically flipping through? The spreadsheet listing all the felonies and the elements for each degree?
I'm busy. The lady on the other side of you is looking at the American Airlines magazine. That's usually a good indicator that someone has nothing better to do. Maybe she'll talk to you.
Love,
LQ
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