<span style="color: #00BF00">Before Murphy could fall asleep, he heard talking. Not just any talking, but more of an annoying, preppy California girl accent. The kind that only other California girls could stand, and only then, a few of them. The talking got closer, and he tried to ignore it as much as possible, until it was right next to him.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLSVx32w7gow3SRsZ_IB8eMPfTvwWftS9g7F9jEuS6H8updexm">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"So like, we were like, going to the mall, and we found these really nice shoes, so I put them on my dad's credit card."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">That was the only bit of conversation he heard before a flight attendant politely ask her to end her conversation and turn off the phone. You could tell the excitement on the preppy woman's face at the polite request.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Hey, I gotta go. Apparently they don't let people talk on planes anymore. Stupid airlines these days"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">Murphy couldn't help but snicker a bit at this woman's ignorance. Had this been her first flight ever? And if so, why couldn't it be somewhere more local? At hearing his snicker, the woman quickly turned her attention onto him with the speed of a bullet... "What do you think is so funny there, Mister? You think me having to hang up on an important phone call is funny?" <br/><br/>At this point, the only thing Murphy could do was laugh, until the woman turned away with a frustrated look on her face. In an instant, his book was in hand, eyes staring into the pages until the pilot came over the intercom, saying the flight was just about to take off and that they had arrived at their lane of takeoff. From that point, the plane accelerated, and the journey had just begun.</span>