Does my life have a rewind button?

I have a love/hate relationship with flying - I love being able to cross half the country in a matter of hours rather than sitting in a car for a couple of long days; I hate needing to hurry up to get to the airport, and then sit waiting to board a plane to get moving once again. This probably explains one of the reasons why I don’t fly any more than I do.

As I write this, I am sitting at O’Hare airport a bit disappointed, having just heard that my flight will be delayed for two hours. Fortunately, I am being entertained by the lives that are unfolding around me with my faithful furry companion at my side. To my right are a couple traveling with their granddaughter. They must have done this before because they came prepared with a laptop, headphones and a Barbie movie to entertain the little girl while we all wait. If I get bored writing, I may find myself engrossed in the tale of the plastic perfect 10 and the three Musketeers.

Some other people have reading material, but the vast majority seem to simply be staring off into space, hoping that somehow that will alter the speed of time. The man directly across from me is actually twiddling his thumbs. I don’t know that I have ever witnessed someone doing this. It is somehow mesmerizing.

The most interesting cameo is an airport employee handling a situation with a lost wallet. The wallet was recovered, but the latest twist is the claim by the passenger that $150 is missing. I think the passenger is out the purported cash, as I can’t imagine how you would prove it was there. It kind of falls into the same Bermuda Triangle arena as “when a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, did it actually happen?”

Thank you for enduring my diatribe. It has helped me pass nearly 10 whole minutes! Perhaps I should take the lead of my dog and simply take a nap. The next time I write will be from sunny Florida once again. Until then...

Thank you for reading and be well.