True Story: Is There a Therapist Onboard?

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Jack Grisham
[Editor's Note: Jack Grisham is an author, hypnotherapist, T.S.O.L. front man and all-around troublemaker. This column, True Story, may or may not be factual, with characters who may or may not be real.]

"We've just reached 10,000 feet. You may now turn on your approved electronic devices. We should have a smooth flight, arriving in Oakland in about 50 minutes."

After a few moments of praying, fidgeting and adjusting, we realize we're knee-to-knee with complete strangers--and don't let the illusion of your first-class space fool you. If you were lying on a large deserted beach and some strange man came and laid his towel 3 feet from yours, you'd be awfully uncomfortable. You're forced into awkward conversations; it's a wonderful time to practice unlicensed therapy.

I smile at the woman next to me--she's in her early 30s and cute in a hey-she's-sitting-next-to-you kind of way. I notice the Tar-jay outfit and a ring finger with a slug-white band of untanned skin where the ring used to be--a recent divorcee. I make a quick diagnosis: She is one or two steps below a contender, a slightly too-large nose and a weak chin drop her down to undercard status, but I'm interested, and she looks like she's still hurting over a marriage that was supposed to last forever but got KO'd in the first round--she could use a quick boost.

"I like these short flights," I tell her. "Even if it's bumpy, it's over quick, and you can move on."

"Yes," she says, "I guess so."

"My first wife used to say--when she wasn't cheating on me--that she loved the rough flights, the 600 mph drama of air and plane conflict. And as expected, she brought the same love of drama into our relationship--although I was unwilling to chalk up the frequent flier miles and sent her packing."

I watch her eyes sail over me. I'm wearing a charcoal-gray suit with a white button-down shirt. Even without a tie, I look professional.

"Are you a therapist?" she asks. I smile without answering her--implying my credentials, which are nonexistent.

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3 comments
OCreader
OCreader

What? Wait. Thats it? I want more! That cant be the end? What happens when they land? Oh come on!! Jeeezus! Give me some more!

rizzo1
rizzo1

Another great story. Loving this column !!!

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