I find it amusing that every flight I've take from the East Coast to LA is filled with jovial, talkative people who laugh out loud on the plane. Flights east tend to be stressful and full people trying to exhaustively explain something to someone. Not flights to LA. Nooooo sir. I get on the plane and all I hear groups of 3-4 people laughing out loud, or a clueless couple talking about how much they can't wait to see their dogs, or a Romanian guy talking to his buddy about fast cars. This super-eclectic mix of people that return to California on late flights makes me aware that I DO fit in somewhere, and it's Southern California.
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