Pin It I always find it interesting to watch the people who are around me. There always seems to be such a huge variety of of them when you're at the airport; a veritable smorgasbord of ethnicities, ages, styles, and attitudes. Sometimes I wonder about their stories. For instance, take the Asian woman waiting alone wearing the Lucy-Lu sunglasses and sporting the pink bag. There’s also the man hovering over his laptop with the makeshift antennae—one that MacGyver would most certainly be proud of. Or even the creepy-looking older man who I’d noticed was staring at me until I glanced in his direction—and who then looked away.
Each of these people around me has an entire lifetime of experiences and moments. Each of them has a story inside of them - and all of these are different. And yet, here we are, hundreds of individual people who will soon be sharing the common a event of traveling to someplace other than right here where we are.
Funny how something like this makes me feel just a bit closer to some of these folks—the creepy man? No, not him.
Did I mention that I was frisked when I passed though security? The first time this happened wasn’t too long after 9-11, and airport security was at the zenith of its operations. To shake off my embarrassment that day I joked; I said that I usually didn’t win contests, and I felt that I was the lucky winner that particular day. Oh, if only everyone in line were as lucky as I was.
The funny thing was, I really didn’t feel that way at first, but after joking about it, I suddenly realized that attitude was indeed everything and I really did feel like a winner. Attitude helped again this time, too.
You see, I won again today.