"I said no. Is that so weird?" He was starting to get agitated.
"It's pretty weird!"
"It's not that weird."
"I'm telling you, it is! What kind of adult has never been on a plane?"
"I don't know what to tell you." His voice was getting higher. "It just hasn't come up yet."
"How old are you again?"
"Okay. In your 31 years of life on this planet, you've never had to get on a plane? No funerals, no vacations, no cousins' weddings?"
"Are you done?"
"Have you ever seen a pilot in real life?"
"Seriously, are you done?"
"Answer my question!"
"I've seen a pilot. I mean, yeah."
"Was it in an airport?"
"No, I think it was at the supermarket."
"Have you ever been in an airport?"
"Sure. I'm not like, a mole person."
"So, I take it you're not in the mile-high club then?"
"Alright, we're done talking about this."
"I can't believe that you've never been on an airplane. Now I feel like it's my duty in life to facilitate this dream for you."
"It's not a dream of mine. Don't worry about it."
"No, I'm gonna hold a bake sale. Or collect coins in Pepsi cans like in Ferris Bueller. Maybe we can do a Kickstartr campaign?"
"I have no idea why I even told you about this."
"I believe I can fly/ I believe I can touch the sky," I sang.
"I hate you."
"You don't hate me. You hate airplanes." Suddenly, I had an idea. I took out my phone and started typing on it.
"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning over to see the screen.
"If you must know, I'm looking up the words to the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song "Aeroplane."
He rolled his eyes which made me laugh.
"Oh, shit. Found 'em! 'I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane/ It's my aeroplane.'"
He covered his ears and frowned which made me laugh even harder.