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It seems like I’ve spent ample time in airports the past month. Of course there was the whole flushing-the-boarding-passes fiasco, a good read if you missed it. And then there was the return flight of that trip when – moments after entering the gate and finding seats – Hutton tripped and broke his front teeth on a metal vent. That was neat. And ended rather vampirey for this guy. I figured after both of those epic fails – one resulting in urine-covered hands, one resulting in a trip to the pediatric dentist – traveling solo to different speaking engagements would be a breeze. And it was. Mostly. How to Not Make Friends on Airplanes The only…