I get it. As an adult, I’ve traveled to Sicily with my father almost yearly, it takes about 12-14 hours with transfers etc. He is a extrovert to the Max, he can and will talk to people the whole flight. As soon as I get to my seat, headphones in and eye mask on. I don’t see the need for any apologies though.
My bestie (the extrovert) ended up sitting by an old lady scared to fly, they ended up trading numbers. I was by some introverts like myself and we got skipped on the drinks and snacks and none of us said anything.
My daughter is the husband in this situation. We have made friends through her.
My favorite story with her is when we (Americans) were in Europe. She was three and we were in a cafe in Budapest. My older daughter (10) wanted another danish or something. My three year old wanders off to the server, taps her, and orders her sister another danish.
By the time we left everyone in the cafe knew her name, where she was from, and she had a little doll that we named Eniko after the server in the restaurant. My daughter is 11 now and we left Europe eight years ago (we lived there for six months). I remember the server's name in the cafe we went to ONCE because of this interaction.
cbatta2025 on June 4th, 2021 at 21:27 UTC »
I get it. As an adult, I’ve traveled to Sicily with my father almost yearly, it takes about 12-14 hours with transfers etc. He is a extrovert to the Max, he can and will talk to people the whole flight. As soon as I get to my seat, headphones in and eye mask on. I don’t see the need for any apologies though.
angeleaniebeanie on June 4th, 2021 at 22:52 UTC »
My bestie (the extrovert) ended up sitting by an old lady scared to fly, they ended up trading numbers. I was by some introverts like myself and we got skipped on the drinks and snacks and none of us said anything.
minicpst on June 4th, 2021 at 23:02 UTC »
My daughter is the husband in this situation. We have made friends through her.
My favorite story with her is when we (Americans) were in Europe. She was three and we were in a cafe in Budapest. My older daughter (10) wanted another danish or something. My three year old wanders off to the server, taps her, and orders her sister another danish.
By the time we left everyone in the cafe knew her name, where she was from, and she had a little doll that we named Eniko after the server in the restaurant. My daughter is 11 now and we left Europe eight years ago (we lived there for six months). I remember the server's name in the cafe we went to ONCE because of this interaction.