Interesting conversations that just seem to happen with my mom

[While watching an old movie...]

Mom: That's a DC-3... or a DC-7. Yeah, a DC-7.
Me: Ok.
Mom: Yeah, it's a DC-7, that's the plane I flew.
Me: What?!
Mom: Yeah, that's the plane I flew.
Me: WHAT?!
Mom: Yeah, I flew it. On Ariana. Ariana Afghan Airlines.
Me: When?!
Mom: When I was in Afghanistan.
Me: Well, yeah, I guessed that.
Mom: I was on a flight to Tehran for medical leave.
Me: So how did this happen?
Mom: I knew the pilot.
Me: What?!
Mom: I knew the pilot.
Me: ...What?!
Mom: Well, my roommate dated one of the pilots.
Me: I'm sorry?
Mom: We got to know some of the other pilots too. Afghanistan is a small country.
Me: It is?
Mom: Well, sometimes it can be.
Me: But... you flew a plane?
Mom: Yeah, just steered it back and forth a little bit.
Me: Wait, I'm sorry. You flew a plane?
Mom: I told you, I knew the pilot.
Me: And what, they just invited you up?
Mom: Yeah. They asked if I wanted to come up to the cockpit. I knew all the stewards too.
Me: How did you know all these people?
Mom: It was a small airline.