So I spent the weekend trying to escape the cold. San Juan was nice, but I was barely there long enough to sleep. Just as well, because my head's been spinning since the moment my captain opened up his mouth.
Pleasant enough, he's the kind of guy who likes to hear himself talk. And good thing too. He'll never get bored. I swear at any given time there are no less than a baker's dozen thoughts competing to escape his mouth. It's quite a battle too, with one thought overtaking the next, often mid-word. Too bad he can't keep up with himself.
Except for the listening, it sure is easy on me. I never have to say a word. Sometimes, however, that leads to some predictable conversations.
"This new iPhone I got is great," he said.
"I know," I responded. "I've got one too."
"They've got these apps," he says. "You can download 'em. They do all kinds of stuff."
"Yes," I nodded. "Mine has that too."
And he proceeds to tell me all about the different apps, how I can get them, and what they're used for. I gave up.
Later that day...
"I was watching this movie with Ben Stiller. In my room. It was called The Heartbreak Kid."
"Oh yeah," I said. "I saw that movie."
"Ben Stiller gets married. And she's crazy."
"Yep," I nodded. "Saw it."
And then he proceeds to tell me the plot of the movie. Scene. By. Scene.
I can indulge, because like I said, I don't have to talk about myself. But some day I'm going to have to fly with this cat again. And since he doesn't pay attention to himself, I suspect we'll have this conversation again. That day I'll run a re-post of this post.
So you'll know. And you won't have to comment.