turbulence

Spending all day on a plane is no one's idea of a good time, but it's even less so when you have 12 minutes to make your connecting flight (run, Forrest, run) and then are seated in the very last row of the plane amidst two entire rows of an up and coming hip hop band on their way to a big show. Ahem, thank you, IN COACH. If y'all are such SUPERSTARS, why are you in COACH?
(Note the y'all. I've been practicing)

But they were first class all the way. Singing, rapping, promoting, yo. After the initial damn, finally, a female in the house comment they ignored me in a showing off sort of way for about an hour and then suddenly realized I was still there crammed into the back corner.

Hey, how old are you?
37
Damn, you look pretty good for 37. I thought you were 25.
Have I mentioned how much I love your music. I love your music, yo.
Why're you going to the South?
I work in some homeless shelters and I want to design a new one. Research, basically.
Damn. The homeless. I see a lot of homeless people. Proceed to list all the places homeless people exist. That takes a while. I nod like the hula girl on a dashboard.

So I figured I had nothing to lose by asking them if they ever give money away to the homeless, and surprisingly, it sparked an interesting conversation. They all said they hadn't, but by the end of the conversation one of the MTV'ers said Yo, I think I've come around on some of my views. I am going to give a homeless person money next time and see what happens.
It might not be a huge event the first time, so maybe you'll have to do it a couple times. You know, just roll with it.
Word.

So all in all, this 37 year old felt rather accomplished for a 25 year old. And she also scored a free ticket to the show. Not that I'll get to use it, but it's always nice to be asked.