Vancouver (The Star)—It was a quick weekend conference trip to North Carolina with a late stopover in Toronto back to Vancouver where I needed to work in the morning, as editor of the Star’s B.C. newsroom. The plane wasn’t full, and I was pleased to snag a whole row to myself to catch some shut-eye. I was ready with my memory foam pillow, eye mask and noise-cancelling headphones (I take sleep very seriously).
But before the plane even took off, the middle-aged Vancouverite in the row behind me was making his move on the teenager in the window seat beside him. She looked very young and was speaking in the future tense about university so it was clear she was likely still in secondary school. He appeared to be in at least his late-thirties or early forties.
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