DC Pierson (original) (raw)

On the plane, the guy next to me has loafers and printed-out pages covered in Sudoku puzzles. He crosses himself as the plane takes off. A few minutes later, he crosses himself again, a smaller cross this time.

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We get seated at the movies. A group of friends comes and sits right next to us, and the guy immediately next to me says, about a guy who isn’t there yet, “I want to sit with (friend), I want to make funny comments with him.” I don’t want to say anything in response to this, so I try to get my body to emit a pheromone to chemically communicate to this guy that he and his friend should kindly shuddup.