You've been in the air for an hour and a half, when nine more people board the plane.
After the surprise subsides, you realize that the luggage compartments are all loaded and there are no empty seats.
You mean the new folks no harm—you're actually pleased for the fresh blood!—but really, what will we do with them?
So you smile sheepishly and you shrug lovingly and you turn back to your drink and the conversation you were having, with the lady who works at State Farm, in Bloomington, Indiana.
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