Whenever I'm on a plane, I often wonder: who sat my seat before me.
Was it some dude about to do a business deal or a fall actress leaving her fourth husband or someone who just pulled himself out of poverty and flew for the first time?
Sometimes you get some clues. Like a boarding pass left behind in the seat pocket or a crumpled pretzel in the seat crevice.
And of course, you can often determine the raw size of your prior seat-soul-mate by the seat belt adjustment when you arrive (one thing I've noticed is that big people are much more likely to be in the exit row).
After spending time thinking about who came before me, I started wondering who might occupy my seat after me. There are, of course, almost no clues … especially when one doesn't know where the plane is headed next.
So … I do what I am sure every curious jetsetter does, I leave short notes for my future seat-soul-mate. Of course, there is an art to leaving a note … you need to fold it just right. And you need to disguise it just enough for the rapid cleaning crew to pass over it but you cannot make the note so inconspicuous that the next person will never find it.
I'll usually say something like:
Just wanted to let you know that the last person in this seat wishes you a great flight. He cleaned it thoroughly when leaving. Also — if given a choice between peanuts and cookies, take the cookies. They are exquisite.
Have a wonderful flight,
p.s. in case you are wondering, I do not have a cold or any contagious diseases