The man sitting next to me was watching sports on TV, and had semi-jokingly complained about having to sit next to me. I tuned it out and found myself dozing.
I woke up to find him tearing a page out of the in-flight magazine, nearly folding it, and stuffing it down over his shirt, over his heart.
Totemic protection? A hot stock tip? Random furtiveness? Hidden messages?
And why did I do the same thing?