Re: Seat Karma

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> The first long flight, Seattle to Taipei, carefully booked for a window seat for my long winter's nap.
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> Walking terminal laps prior to boarding, I had greeted a Thai Buddhist monk. It was a good omen to be hearing Thai before I even left the ground.
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> We boarded and as I approached my seat row, there was my monk friend in the aisle seat. He smilingly asked me if we could switch window for aisle so he could avoid contact with the women sitting all around him. I agreed, I mean, he's a monk, right.
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> Well Ray Charles could have seen this coming. Our middle seat neighbor arrives and is, of course, an Asian woman. She freezes at the sight of the empty seat next to the monk and looks dead at me. The monk is smiling and our surrounding seat mates are all making the "Move to the middle seat Gai-Jin" gestures. And so I did. And I laughed and did it with good humour.
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> If nothing else, I am selfishly counting on a little seat karma for merit earned.
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> Leg one is over, I am now waiting to board the flight to HCMC. That's Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon.
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> Ciao.
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