Richmond airport 9:30 am
—Hey Molly make sure they send me the right one.
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—You will see it on the email they sent this morning. I just forwarded it.
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—I sent my comments. Go to Concatenate America first dot com. Other than that, I think we’re in really good shape.
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—When do you think you will have the first draft to reveal?
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—If it’s not a big lift, Wednesday would be great.
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—Thank you all for your hard work. I’m going to drop off.
Business phone conversations at the airport are boring. Nothing juicy that I can hang from. Maybe the fact that Molly’s life is so messed up at this time that having the draft being”revealed” on Wednesday is a big lift.
Philly’s airport 11:35 am
I’m leaning forward to listening to conversations. It’s hard. Everybody is so quiet. I should change sits to get a better story. Too many lonely travelers glued to their silence phones. No spoken words besides the one from the airport speakers announcing flights departures, and mandatory reminders. Will I have time to post this on Tuesday? I’m one of those lonely travelers glued to the phone.
Oh no! One of the announcements is that my flight is running late. I hope it doesn’t mess up my connection in L.A. Or is it groundhog day?
In front of me is a couple in their early seventies. She has short curly black gray hair. She is doing Sudokus while her husband is reading the newspaper. She wears glasses, so does he. Both are wearing grey jerseys and black pants. His hair is whiter. She is wearing black boots that go almost passed her knees. Her earrings are big round silver hula hoops and her neck is wrapped on a greyish white, black calypso scarf. In one of their unzipped bags I see two bananas floating among some paperwork. The woman started to talk to the neighboring couple. They are sharing horror stories about delayed airplanes. Very uplifting.
The waiting area is getting packed. Some excited faces are turning unhappy. It’s 12:01 and our airplane hasn’t showed up yet. Our scheduled flight is at 12:35. Two old women are looking at their wrist watches while young people are frantically texting.
12:10 My plane arrived. It’s a question of unloading the passengers from Charlottesville and I will be on my way in an already worn out warm seat. I hope it’s not in the very middle. I hate to feel trapped unable to look through the window or go to the bathroom as I wish on my will.
I better “drop off.” I might have to run to my next flight and won’t arrive before midnight EST to my final destination to get this unconscious flow of thoughts published. (Excuse my 27 words last sentence. Everything looks tighter on a phone.)
I do love listening to convos in airports. Sometimes waiting rooms are good too! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks Tammy. I am boarding and place my comment on TWT twice 😱
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This is a lovely way to pass the time at an airport, and to get a topic for a slice. Listening to those public announcements in an airport recently, I met an author whose book I had read, and we had a wonderful conversation waiting for our flight. I hope you make your connection
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Thank you Sonia. Just got back on track. I didn’t have internet connection until now! I am wondering which author you met. Lucky you!
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I felt as though I was sitting next to you at the airport! I also love to listen to all of the different conversations when waiting at the airport. Safe travels!
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Thanks! Just back on track. No internet connection until now! Yeeaaa
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“an already worn out warm seat” Ewwww! Yet totally relatable. I love this post! Even if the conversations were all business, business, business, I got a laugh out of imagining you leaning close to people and listening hard while pretending not to listen. Very fun! I will have to try it myself someday.
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Hahaha. Thanks! I just got internet. Sorry that I haven’t replied earlier.
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Airports. Oh my, how many, many hours I have spent in them. Your slice was a bit too real for me. 🙂 This I love: ” I will be on my way in an already worn out warm seat. I hope it’s not in the very middle. I hate to feel trapped…” I’ve semi-retired and hold a top-tier flyer status with AA, so I don’t fight those middle seats any longer… how well do I remember them in days past!!
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We’ve been those people texting frantically. We’ve also been those people sitting quietly as the flow of the airport goes by! We’ll be flying out East this summer, so a slice my be in honor of those conversations overheard!
Thanks for the slice and the great idea! 🙂
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That “worn out warm seat” struck my ear as just the right detail. Your slice made me think of one I *didn’t* write today, after overhearing one student say to another on an outside bench, “That’s why I’m pretty sure there’s extraterrestrial life out there.”
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Thanks for the sharing information and idea to how pass the time on airport.
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