Back home again, after finishing my finals yestarday. I definitley had the strangest people sitting next to me in the last row of the plane. The guys both knew each other, and one had an italian mustache- the ones with the ends that are really fine and curl back around. He was the real character, going on about things such as when his wife sent him a playboy while he was travelling only after covering all the pictures in the magazine with pictures of her, and offering interesting tidbits such as the fact that strippers will come from hundreads of miles around when there is a tech convention in town, because they are too smart to spend their money at a casino, so instead they frequent the strip clubs. The thing that was weird with the other guy was that when he sat down, he reached into the back pocket of the seat in front of him, and found a book- not so odd- but it just happened to be a book that I had almost bought that very morning. And that was my flight home.
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