Odd person #3: Oma.

Listen. I have to tell you about this guy.

I was sitting on an airplane, writing feverishly about a previous post topic, when the guy next to me starts chatting me up. Generally I like to keep to myself on airplanes, otherwise you're signing yourself up for a looooong three hours.

This man is middle aged, and from the Virgin Islands. He works construction. And he very adamantly wants me to consider visiting amtigua.com and learning about Sailing Week.

I am polite, make a few jokes, but I try not to engage in new trains of conversation much, as I am in the middle of writing something. So I'll say something, he'll laugh, then I'll turn straight back to my notebook and start writing. But that doesn't stop him.

Twice, he took my notebook from me! The first time he wrote down the website, then at the end of the flight he wrote down his NUMBER and name.

As the plane landed, he said "Are you going to be back in Atlanta soon?" I say, "Nope. Not ever. I don't have any plans to ever come back." He shrugs and tells me to call him if I change my mind.

No Oma! You are old! Just stop it!