in the air, on the plane, going home

I get the Anxiety when I fly. Yesterday I was on the plane and I made a new hobby. Harrassing the man next to me, who is trying to work on his laptop, as though I have the mental capacity of a six year old.
Scene 1: (man=M me=L)
[man typing on laptop. from my seat it looks like work.]
L: whatcha doin?
M: working.
L: oh. (long pause) what do you do?
M: [some] restaurant management [thing or another]
(editor's note: I would give more direct quote but honestly I didn't care and wasn't really listening)
L: is that important?
M: to some people.
At this point, I get bored and fall asleep for roughly an hour.
[plane is landing. landing is bumpy due to rainy weather.]
L:don't you think you should put that away? [referring to laptop]
M: I have to save this first.
[man puts away laptop. pulls out tic tacs]
L: can I have a tic tac?
[man gives me tic tac.]
L: thanks.
I proceed to ignore man and stare out the window, making sure my head is blocking any view he might have. I stay this way until we land. Man lets me get out of the aisle first.

Score: Lindsay-1 Man-0
booyakasha! respeck!