"Have you ever noticed that the package on these nuts has a warning that the package may contain nuts?"  She asked me, and I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, since I’d heard that joke before somewhere on the Internet.

"Yeah, people have a peanut allergy, but a lot of times they have to be reminded of what they're eating.  Eating’s kind of like a thoughtless and bad habit, I guess, for a lot of people."

"A good one, if you ask me, you need it to stay alive!"  She handed me the rest of her bag.  "These are kind of bland."

I poured them out on the table and lined them up with mine.  Turbulence vibrated the tray and I pretended that they were those little football player guys that you had when you were a kid, the little plastic kind that came with a vibrating table painted to look like a stadium.  Those kinds of things were entertaining and fun, back in the era before video games had taken over everyone's imagination.  My mind wandering more, and I thought about board games, and I wondered if anyone even played them anymore, or if everyone just played their digital versions on their laptops or home computers or gaming consoles.  Something about a digital version of mousetrap just couldn't add up to the thirty seconds of excitement you had when you were a kid, setting up the stupid board for an hour, for it to just break and not even catch the plastic mouse.

"I need a cigarette," I said, wishing that the airlines hadn't forbidden smoking on international flights.

"We’re only an hour into the flight!" she said as she began to rummage through her bag.  "Here, have some gum."

"Thanks."