Flight from Liverpool to Charles De Gaulle

We are sitting on the plane in Liverpool airport. We have been sitting here for an hour and a half and still haven’t taken off. Some problem with the airport in Paris.

I have been reading.
But feel like a break from my book.
I search through my bag for my discman.
As I do, I come across my box of cards.
I take them both out.

My sister is sitting on one side of me, and a French lady on the other side. I had been speaking to her earlier so I don’t feel too self-conscious about it. She isn’t looking anyway. Her eyes are closed. So it’s ok.

I pick out a card and place it in the pocket in front of my seat. It falls straight out through the gaps. I am glad the French woman’s eyes are closed. This would have just drawn more attention to myself and I would have started to get nervous about it.

I pick the card up and this time place it inside the safety booklet that is in the pocket.

I take out another card.
Slightly open my seat table.
Slide the card in.
And close it again.

I look over at the French lady. Her eyes are now open, but she is looking out of the window. I don’t think she saw me.

Though it shouldn’t matter if she did.
I don’t know why but it seems to make me nervous if strangers see what I am up to.
I know it shouldn’t.