Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "The Veiled Lady," the woman sitting next to me today on United Flight #347 to Boston. Truth be told, there was nothing particularly unusual about her, but experience has taught me that it's always a good idea to whip out the Spycam early-on in a flight, just in case your seatmate does something nutty later on. The only problem is, she somehow figured out that I was taking her picture. "What are you doing?," she asked, "Taking my picture?!?" I couldn't very well try to pretend I was using my cell phone at 30,000 feet, so I just smiled and said, "Now why would I want to do something like that? Not that you're not photogenic, of course." She smiled at me, but I don't think she was convinced. Faster than you can say 'Privacy Please,' she pulled a sweatshirt out of her carry-on bag and used it to cover her face for the rest of the five-hour flight. Was it something I said ...?