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Sitting across the aisle from me, an older man ( says me!) in a suit spills his cup of water onto his tray and, shocked, watches the water run down towards his lap. I can see that he is fully expecting to be drenched and I quickly reach over and, with my hand, sweep the water off his tray and into the aisle.
He looks at me as if what I did was only short of crazy by a very small margin.
It didn't seem crazy to me.
But we all operate a little differently at the margins.
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