Me time

Whenever I have a layover, I always need at least one other person to hang out with. I hate being by myself. So I figure out who I like the most during the flight, and make plans to do something with them.
Well, turned out this past flight to LA was one of those rare flights where I was left to do something all by myself.
Me, myself, and I.
…And it was fun.
Had some in-n-out, read a book on the beach, and rented a car for the first time.