There are 150 days left in the year! Fall is just around the corner!
Mathematician that I am, I know that 150 is the sum of eight consecutive primes (7 + 11 + 13 + 17 + 19 + 23 + 29 + 31). We all know that.
The last Psalm in the Bible is Psalm 150.
Gabon ranks #150 in world population. (We didn't all know that, I suspect.)
Bernard L. Madoff was sentenced to 150 years in prison for running his Ponzi scheme.
I am sure there are 150 million other concepts to attach to "150", but I have better things to write:
They smiled as they took their seats next to each other on the plane. Both women settled into their seats and said nothing. The preflight came and went. Shortly after takeoff the pilot came on with his climbout announcement. But this time it was not the normal good ol' boy chitchat thanking them for flying with him today. He mentioned storms and turbulence and staying in their seats with their seatbelts securely fastened.
His announcement ended and the turbulence began. The plane lifted and dipped and rose again - and then a split-second pause before it dropped again, there was just a fraction of smooth air: long enough for the passengers to gain hope that the clouds were behind them, before the next hop and sway of the craft. This play of the clouds and the plane continued on into the night.
Finally the sky cleared. Finally the women spoke.
(and that was 150 words!)