Overheard On a Flight From Charlotte to Richmond
Girl: Hey, do you guys ever play that game Six Degrees of Separation with Kevin Bacon?
Dude #1: Yeah that game blows my mind.
Girl: I am, like, obsessed with that game.
Dude #2: And it's so true you know? When you think about it, we really are separated by six degrees. You can probably, like, reach anyone in six degrees. Six degrees man! [long pause] Six degrees!
Girl: Yeah, it's mind blowing.
Dude #1: It totally blows my mind.
Dude #2: It blows my mind because it's so, I don't know, true man. It's so [pause for effect] honest. It's just so. damn. honest. Six degrees...that's all there is.
Dude #1: Six degrees.
Girl: Six degrees.
It was like being verbally shiv'd right in the cerebellum. I should also mention that the aforementioned girl was also the owner of this:
pictured here retreating into its denim lair. That visual unpleasantry reared its ugly head numerous times in the airport. If you've ever wondered who that person writing down your conversations and photographing your buttcrack in the airport is, it's totally me.