Scandal on the Airplane?

Am on a little trip for a work conference and am going to San Diego, where it is currently about 37 degrees C warmer than my house.

Breezed through US customs, the airport is much less busy at 2 pm than at 6 am Saturday morning. Only one screening line (didn't have to go through the CT scan booth) but 4 US customs agents on duty so there was NO lineup.

After my last experience at the airport, where I discovered the hard way that 1 L of water costs $5.42, I got smart and brought Subway and a bottle to fill with water. I was smugly eating my lunch and moved onto some rice cakes I packed, only to realize the (seemed minor at the time) suitcase rollover in the bathroom had turned my cakes into confetti. Ever tried to eat plain rice confetti? The fluff was everywhere. My shirt started out black and by the time I finished my bag 'o fluff, it looked like I had the worst case of dandruff ever - worse than Big Foot - (he probably has dandruff - having no Head and Shoulders shampoo). I was kind enough to do the wet dog shake over top of the garbage can before I boarded. Now the trash can looks like it was hit by a mini snow storm!

I got "upgraded" to the exit row! Super bonus with lots of leg room. My short legs didn't even reach under the chair in front of me. A lovely same gender couple sat a few rows behind me - they even had matching jewelly! In fact I think they got a bit carried away with trying to look like each other - had they not been holding hands I would have assumed they were twins!

Onto the possibly scandalous part!....a couple sat next to me. I'll call her Angelina and him Brad...Angelina was quite enamored with Brad, taking a selfie of the two of them as soon as we sat down and posting it as her profile picture on FB. Throughout the flight Angelina kept her arm linked through Brad's -nothing special so far right? A couple on their way to vacation. But then my spidey senses started tingling. They talked about odd things like which days he had taken off work and when their shift schedules would match up, they talked about which actresses he found appealing, and where he grew up. He asked if he could put his can of pop on her tray. Simple things that after 22 years of marriage, I already know about the guy I sleep with. Then he asked her about tagging Facebook pictures, did she tag him, and who would see it? She rushed to clarify she hadn't tagged him, and none of his friends would see it....hmmmm......I totally got the vibe they're sleeping together, they know each other from work and he doesn't want anyone to know they are away together...hmmmm...no rings on either of them (no ring tan lines either - but it's winter in Edmonton, so none expected). I saw them after we got off the plane, sharing a pretzel (which is not a euphemism for tonsil hockey, but an actual pretzel).

I am off to walk around the airport and will let you know if I see them again...or anyone else that might be involved in some nefarious doings!