Yesterday, I was on my way home from Northern Quebec. I had two flights, both on Air Canada. The first was from YUY (Rouyn-Naronda) to YUL (Montreal-Trudeau) and the second was from YUL to LGA (New York City).
On the second flight, I sat next to my friend and colleague, Andrea. Throughout the flight, we spoke to one another. The topics ranged from our travel through Quebec to travel generally to our work to lifestyle. We didn’t speak about anything intimate and we never spoke loudly.
That is why, after landing, we were both quite taken aback (and a little weirded-out) when the gentleman who was seated in front of us stood up and recited in detail everything Andrea and I had just spoken about – including exactly where we live and the name of her child and of our respective significant others.
Honestly, an airplane is not a place with a huge expectation of privacy. And frankly, we’ve all eavesdropped from time to time when seated in a plane or train. Sometimes, I’ve even joined a conversation when, for example, passengers behind me spoke of travel I was interested in or running marathons. So too, if I was ever disturbed by a passenger kicking my seat or speaking too loud, I will not hesitate to turn around and politely ask him/her to stop. But I wasn’t kicking his seat and I didn’t use the entertainment system, and nor do I think that Andrea and I were speaking loudly.
His peculiar recital and the sneering manner in which he reeled off the specifics of our conversation was disconcerting. I don’t think he was dangerous, but I do think he was a creep. Nevertheless, we waited a minute or two after deplaning for him to walk out of the terminal so as to be sure he wouldn’t initiate any further contact with us.
Welcome home to New York, right?
Now it’s your turn to share – have you ever had a creepy encounter on a plane?