The guy in Row 8F

OK, so I am flying back to Detroit, and my seatmate in Row 8 is a likeable guy, he' s from LA and flying to MI for something. I start in with the usual questions:

Me: Going to MI for work or pleasure?

Him: Well, if I told you, I'd have to....

Me: Kill me?

Him (laughing, behind dark sunglasses): Well, not exactly

Me: Whew!

Him (leaning to face me, still behind those glasses): You know, pleasure is a little bit of work, too, eh?

Wisdom sometimes comes, like a butterfly, and softly lands on your shoulder.