So I'm getting on my Southwest flight to Raleigh/Durham, and I'm thinking that it's pretty apparent I'm going to be sitting in the way back, probably stowing my carry-on several rows away from where I'm sitting, because, you know, for some reason, that's how it goes. Instead, an older gentleman in the 5th row smiles at me and asks if I'd like to
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