I’m waiting near the gate at the Hector International Airport in Fargo, N.D., when I notice a woman wearing a hat.
It’s hard not to notice her. Something about her draws your eye despite her appearance being unremarkable. She’s wearing dark leggings and a light denim button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Her newsboy hat — think, that kind of floppy, misshapen kind with a very small bill — sits atop loosely quaffed dark brown hair. She’s not wearing much makeup or jewelry and while I wouldn’t personally wear her outfit, there’s an inexplicable cool aura about her.
She clearly knows the man standing near her. He’s got to be something like 35 or 38 while she’s much nearer to 21. The two are chatting amicably while the rest of us stand around looking miserable, waiting to board the plane.
I am one of the last to board. I’m in the isle seat behind her.
I’m next to a blonde woman who looks like she just left a colonoscopy and is on her way to Auschwitz. She does not engage, so I open my book.
The woman in the hat in front of me is still talking. Her seatmate has an actual garbage bag of snacks and candy she makes a show of getting from her carry-on and the two share some candy.
“I’m going to post it and say ‘I’ve got a few Twix up my sleeve!’ the girl in the hat says as she pushes a candy bar into her sleeve and carefully aims her phone at it.
She takes the Snapchat and the tired woman next to me rolls her eyes.
Candy Woman and Hat Girl converse the entire time the flight attendants give their presentation and well past takeoff. When Hat Girl goes to the bathroom, Candy Woman visibly sighs in relief.
“I wish I could sleep,” she says to no one in particular.
The man across the isle is the same one Hat Girl had been so amicable with in the airport and he suggests the woman just take the window seat because he’s sure Hat Girl won’t mind.
“She’ll probably talk my ear off, just like she did in the airport bar,” he says, smiling.
This transpires when Hat Girl returns, and from this point onward Hat Girl doesn’t stop speaking.
She’s from a small town.
She has two brothers, the oldest of which got a girl pregnant in high school. This, the believes is the reason her younger brother has such a drive to do well in life and has no time for misbehaving or partying, despite not getting very good grades in school.
She’s worried about the older brother, who relies on her and her mother to help take care of his child.
“But we will though,” she says. “We’ll always help him.”
The Man Across the Isle has a twinkle in his eye while she speaks despite the fact that he’s wearing a wedding band. I can’t tell whether it’s silver or gold, but I’ve stopped reading my book and just watch the two talk.
Well, Hat Girl does most of the talking.
“Will she ever stop?” the woman next to me suddenly comes to life about halfway through our flight. “I keep trying to sleep but every time I’m almost there her voice wakes me up.”
“She hasn’t stopped taking once yet,” I respond, smiling.
“Ughhhhhhhhhruhhhh,” she growls.
I become engrossed in my reading material as Hat Girl’s voice begins to sound less and less like words and more like the teacher from Charlie Brown.
“Wah wahh wah wah wahhhh wah,” she says. “Wah wah wahhhhh, wah wah wah.”
At this point it’s pretty clear that Man Across the Isle is wholeheartedly into this relationship with Hat Girl but is trying desperately to make sure the people surrounding him don’t think that. He knows the entire front half of the plane is sick of the exchange. Hat Girl does not.
He tells Hat Girl he has two daughters and she responds by offering unsolicited advice about how to raise them. Man Across the Isle brings up his wife by name.
As we descend, the sleepy woman next to me lets out another annoyed grunt and I laugh. Man Across the Isle looks back over his shoulder and notices me for the first time.
Actually it isn’t the first time, because Man Across the Isle went through airport security at the same time I did. We were in line next to each other, a fact he has forgotten entirely.
As we taxi to our gate, Man Across the Isle Turns on his phone. He has a text from a woman and responds with a quick note that he has landed in Denver.
He continues to talk with Hat Girl.
He looks at his phone again and without waiting for the woman to reply, types out a message that “she” was actually seated by him on the plan and they’ve been talking the entire time.
Hat Girl drones on while Wife responds with something to the effect of a sarcastic “poor you.”
Man Across the Isle responds with an explanation that Hat Girl, though he doesn’t call her that, is “like 20 hahaha” and “so annoying” because “I just wish I could have slept through that flight.”
This is totally untrue. I laugh but the people standing to get their bags don’t notice.
“Tell your daughters they’re awesome” Hat Girl says as she leaves the plane one person ahead of Man Across the Isle.
I laugh again.