A lady in the next seat, struck up a conversation with my friend Mick when he was flying across America.
Lady: 'And where are you going?'
Mick: 'I'm going to San Francisco to a UNIX convention.'
Lady: 'Eunuchs convention? I didn't know there were that many of you.'
You try to enter your password on the microwave.
You chat several times a day with a stranger from South Africa, but you haven't spoken to your next door neighbor yet this year..