从你垂垂欲落泪，呜咽如有声的表情来看，咱们的谈话该结束了。我会让你回去继续点点戳戳，继续东动西动，继续玩闹，继续撕机上杂志玩。我还会待在自己的座位上，幻想将自己这没有小孩的成年人的身体冲出飞机，畅游天空。提米，享受接下来的飞行吧。坐在你身边，我真的很喜欢。交新朋友真是有趣啊。
Hello, 6-year-old child.
Seeing a how fate ha brought u together here, in the crowded coach ection of thi expenive airplane, I thought I hould introduce myelf.
My name i Amy, and I’m an adult. I upect that you’re too young to undertand what “adult” mean, o let me explain. It mean that I’m taller than you, and marter, and that I get to do lot of aweome thing, like moke cigarette and ovulate. It alo mean that I like to take nap on airplane and read my newpaper in ilence. Thee thing eem to be very different from the thing that you like to do.
I’ve gleaned from it near-contant utterance by the woman itting next to you—your mother, I uppoe, or perhap a ocial worker or a federal prioner who’ being paid to pend time with you—that your name i Timmy. It’ probably Timothy, actually, but people call you Timmy becaue it’ cuter. Which i appropriate, Timmy, becaue you’re very cute, you really are.由好作网www.hAOzuowEn.com整理
I’m going to drink thi cup of coffee—would you like ome? I didn’t think o. You’re more of a juice-box man, from what I gather. The way I gather thi i by looking at the tain on my ninety-eight-dollar pant, the one you made when you put your juice box there. If I touched your pant, Timmy, I would probably be ent to jail. There are lot of difference between you and me, but that’ one of the big one: the quality and the erioune of what happen when we touch other people’ pant.
You’re not much of a leeper, are you, Timmy? We’ve jut met, but it eem to me like maybe you don’t really enjoy leeping all that much. In fact, it eem to me that one of your greatet joy in life i wakefulne—and not imply paive wakefulne but the kind of vigorou wakefulne that make a peron like me tart to quetion the very poibility of ilence a a condition that can exit in the univere. I can ee that I’ve confued you, Timmy, and I apologize; I wa only trying to point out that you really eem to enjoy being awake. Let me make it up to you by giving you thi modet doe of Ambien. It’ a kind of candy for your oul. Your oul i a kind of mouth that’ inide your brain.
Here come the nice tewarde lady with a bag for collecting people’ garbage. Would you like me to give her ome of the garbage that’ trewn all over your eat—and, if we’re being perfectly honet here, Timmy, all over my eat a well? And, while we’re at it, maybe I could give her thi talking doll—the one that ing ong, very loud ong, ong of terrifying and ungodly volume, from that animated movie about adventurou inect. It’ not that I don’t love the doll; it’ jut that I’m pretty ure it’ illegal for children to carry uch thing on airplane. Have you heard of terrorim, Timothy? That’ why it’ illegal for you to have thi doll.
Your whimpering and your dripping facial part ugget that perhap thi converation ha run it coure, o I’ll let you get back to your finger painting, your fidgeting, and your wanton, inexplicable hredding of the in-flight magazine. I’ll be here in my eat, fantaizing about hurtling my childle adult body out of the airplane and into the ky. Enjoy the ret of the flight, Timmy. I’ve really enjoyed itting next to you. It’ fun to make new friend.