So, your little Public Notice lady took last week off. "What gives?" you say? Did you miss your weekly dose of profanity? Well, I'm back now, after a spin through both Canton, Ohio and Pittsburgh. "So glamourous!" you say. But although the destinations weren't glitzy or splashy, anytime in an airport is the perfect time to people-watch, eavesdrop, and imagine.

This week, our Missed Connections come from the Craig's List and our very own Reader. Enjoy.

Hawaii/Mainland

YOU WERE SITTING IN ROW 21 ON THE AISLE. WE HAD SEVERAL GLANCES. I FINALLY ASKED, WHEN YOU WERE LEAVING, IS THIS HOME FOR YOU? YOU SAID YES. WISH I SAID MORE. MAYBE WE COULD TALK MORE OVER COFFEE.
When: Sunday, March 26, 2006
Where: UNITED AIRLINES
I saw a: Man
I am a: Man

Phillip finished the beverage service and then locked the cart away. He returned to collect trash, politely whispering, "Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish" over and over. Paulson tossed his empty Sierra Mist can, but missed the bag. He apologized three, four times. Phillip waved off his apologies and patted him on the shoulder. If it hadn't been for that bitch head attendant Nancy Cadwallader, he'd have slipped him his number.

row 21 chi to kc thursday - m4m we traded glances at the gate. wish we could have talked a bit. maybe try again?

"Kansas City sucks," Peter muttered as the seat belt sign beeped off. Another three-day trip, some more Marriott points, more unbearable food. He hated leaving his wife, and at this rate, he'd never get that pergola built. As he left the gate on his way to the Enterprise counter, he noticed Keith smile and nod. "Well, that's one friendly face."

red head in the exit row LAX to ORD last nite - m4w - 37
We were sitting across from each other on an American flight from LAX to O'hare last nite. We were both in the emergency exit row. You had red hair and was listening to you I-Pod. I was reading a book. I wanted to try and get to know you but I didn't want be a jerk and interrupt you from your music. I should have.

Paz hated those weird looks she'd get from the other business travelers. The men whose wives were too far away for them to remember. Thank god for her iPod, for her limited range of sign language, anything that built a wall up between her and them. Anything that kept her at the top of her game.

Logan Airport-Ft#209 Carousel 4 - m4w Well my dear, hope you had fun on your flight back into this beautiful city. Maybe we'll run into each other again and I can take you out for dinner sometime.

YOURe lovely!

Parker swore that he would never cheat on Pru after they finally got married. I mean, he had spent so many years dicking around on the road, screwing countless flight attendants, cocktail waitresses, hookers, desk clerks. Whatever. He even went to therapy over it. But as soon as his plane left the ground, it was as if their goddamned three-day, $100K wedding had never even happened.