[ WP ] The person sitting next to you on a plane leans over and says , `` Do n't ask me how I know this , but this plane is going to crash before it reaches Newark . ''

`` Hey... Listen, do n't ask me how I know this, but this plane is going to crash before it reaches Newark.'' 
 
 The icy glare in the man's eyes meant business. There were no jokes here, no comedic *tip of the hat* or smirk. The man had leaned over so far, I could smell the distinct aroma of a good scotch on his breath - an aged single malt. His close-cropped hair was salty grey around the edges, and the lines in his face betrayed his age. There was an air of wisdom about him, and I trusted his words in spite of the doom they foretold. 
 
 `` Before we reach Newark, huh? Good, I did n't want to go to New Jersey anyway.'' 
 
 
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 Edit: added a detail. 
 
 Edit 2: I live in New Jersey: - (
