years ago. At first I thought I had lucked out. There was an empty seat next to me, and when they did a final count, they went back out and let on someone on stand-by. My luck is normally a sweaty guy who was running to my flight. When this model sat beside me, it seemed my luck was changing -- until she started talking, and talking, and talking. After about 30 minutes, it occurred to me I must be getting older, because my appreciation for this model was fading fast.