On September 10, 2008 I ate so much Biscoff

I took a plane on Wednesday. Now instead of living in Portland on the west coast, I am homeless and living with parents in the east. At take off I think the woman sitting ahead of me was worried because her male companion started rubbing her arm and said "Sparticus! Sparticus!". After we landed they started talking very candidly about the love lives of themselves and the male companion's brother. The brother is 10 years younger and has been married four times, while the male companion has only been married twice. According to the woman, two times is much different than four. This difference is either positive or negative, but it is uncertain to me which.