I smiled to myself as I settled into my seat. My plane didn't take off for three hours. I had a book in my lap, a coffee on the armrest of my chair, and hardly anyone was sitting near me. The only person within three rows of me was about ten chairs away. He looked nice enough; quiet, bespectacled, and reading a paper. I became incredibly engrossed in my book and the first hour passed. When I looked up again, a tall, white haired young man was wandering though the rows of chairs with great, lumbering steps. The man had an odd air about him. The way he walked, the dead expression on his face, and, well, the fact that he had white hair. He decided on a seat which neighbored an electrical outlet and he plugged his cell phone in. The phone started ringing. It played a twangy, electronic tune. As if on cue, the bespectacled man and I looked up at the white haired man, who sat in a row which faced away from us. We glared at the back of his head for a moment and then glanced at each other exasperatedly. The man didn't answer his phone. After a short while, it stopped ringing . I was once again engulfed in my book and I hardly even noticed when the odd white haired man got up and left. He came back shortly, wielding an enormous ice cream. I'm not sure how he managed to find an ice cream cone that large in an airport. By this time I was starting to think there was something very strange about him. The moment I started to get weary, his cell phone rang again. This time, he answered.

"Hello?…What's up my sexy woman?…Yeah, I just got out of jail!" He sounded rather enthusiastic about having been in jail. He was yelling now, practically broadcasting to the airport, "Well, yeah yeah, not prison, just jail." Silence from his end for a while and then, "I had a blood clot a foot long!" Everyone in the small waiting area looked up. My bespectacled pseudo-friend, the snobbish blond family who had come to sit down near me, the guys with guitar cases across the room and I all looked up at this man we had been secretly half'-listening to. He didn't notice any more than he had noticed the massive ice cream melting on his shirt. He chuckled.

"Well, I hope you're ready to work Monday!" and hung up. His flight was the next one to board and he left all of us in a confused silence moments later. Soon I boarded my plane and headed home, still wondering about the odd stranger in the airport.