Honestly, I try to keep my nosiness in check, but there is one place where I just can't seem to control myself.
It's probably the librarian in me, but I love to see what people are reading when they're stuck in the airport or on a plane. The Boyfriend, bless his heart, knows this, and last week he had to spend a couple of days in Phoenix on business. This was the conversation we had on our way home from the airport:
The Boyfriend: I met a nice girl from Manhattan on the flight back. She was reading a book....by Gilbert Something. (Side note: The Boyfriend is a "talker" on the plane. He loves to chat up the person sitting next to him)
Me: Gilbert Something? Got anything else?
TB: That's all I can remember....
Me: Hmmmm, was it Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert?
TB: You know, you really are freaky as hell sometimes.
Which is when I had to explain to him that I'm really not that freaky. By and large, airport reading can be pretty unimaginative. Mostly bestsellers, because that's what you can readily buy at airport newsstands. He still thought I was some kind of freaky super-genius though....