As the plane took off, I turned my back and stared out the window, book in hand. That was airplane language for “Don’t bother me.”
I’d planned to use the time on the plane to write.
Evidently, the woman next to me didn’t speak airplane. She started talking to me.
I didn’t want to encourage her by showing any interest. I kept staring out the window, hoping she’d get the message. She didn’t.