Dream Flight
On the heels of a nightmare air travel experience, my flight two days ago to North Carolina felt like the universe offering me balance.
From our small regional airport, I breezed through TSA and walked outside, up the covered ramp to the waiting plane.
The flight attendant greeted me with a smile. “Welcome,” she said.
“Welcome,” I responded, then, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that.” She laughed.
It just occurred to me that welcome was exactly what I was feeling.
I was the only passenger in row 6.
I’d eaten breakfast and unlike my recent travel debacle was sober. At an hour and twenty minutes, the flight was long enough time to finish a solid chunk of Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water. Such a good book!
As I de-planed the startlingly attractive captain emerged from the cockpit wearing his natty captain’s cap and, looking into my eyes, personally thanked me for flying Avelo.
“It was a pleasure,” I said, and meant it. Walking through the airport, I overheard someone say that today was a beautiful day.
I could get used to this, though I know from experience not to. Instead, like the flight attendant who greeted me, I will warmly welcome the occasional odd one.
Thank you so much!
It was! And my subsequent flight home, with a stranger literally sleeping on my shoulder, proved it was indeed rare. Sam was annoyed at the part about the pilot.