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If you have a story to share, send it to let's not meet stories at gmail.com. After hearing similar stories, I figured I should share my story because to this day,

I'm still baffled by this experience.

I was living in Austin, Texas at the time, but I had flown out to Los Angeles for the weekend. My friends put on a yearly music

festival at a biker bar around Joshua Tree. It was a relatively small thing compared to Coachella

and the like, but most of the attendees were musicians and everybody knew each other. We all usually drank there, pretty heavily.

We did this for about three days or so, and by the end of it, you tended to need at least a week

to recover. Afterwards, I was flying back to Texas, wildly hungover, miserable, and completely

drained. I had a flight from L.A. to Dallas, then a quick hop over to Austin from there.

I was seated by the window on the left side, where there were only two seats.

Seated in the aisle seat was a middle-aged woman, totally unremarkable, just your average Texan mom.

We made polite small talk for a few minutes, but honestly, I just felt like doing nothing

but curling up in a ball against the wall and passing out. So shortly after takeoff, I put my

headphones in and started watching a movie on my iPod until I fell asleep.

Throughout the movie, I thought I noticed her trying to look over my shoulder to watch the movie too,

but then I thought I heard her mumble something like, oh great, just ignore me.

It happened several times, but I convinced myself,

I was just misunderstanding her.

Eventually, I noticed her furiously scribbling in the margins

of a beat-up leather-bound book.

I kept peeking over at it,

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