I don't talk to people on planes. Mrs. Pickles always does, and just spent 5 hours yesterday talking to the mother of an girlfriend I had in college who's now a screenwriter in LA.

They didn't know each other before the flight (as a matter of fact, Mrs. Pickles did not know about this particular girlfriend), but through the usual Q&A (what do you do, where are you going, where did you go to school) they ended up being best buddies. Why does this kind of stuff happen to me?