Notes from an airplane

July 10, 2008

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Flying home reminds me of the moment I saw Colette looking stress at my supremely late plane.

We planned our joint trip to become teachers in China, throughout the process realizing that while we hadn’t seen each other in almost 2 years, we’d see each other quite a lot. So, we planned our flights to meet in Minneapolis to have someone to talk to as we crossed the Pacific ocean into specifically China. However, my connecting flight from Philadelphia arrived in Metropolitan Minneapolis at the last minute buzzer for boarding. Everyone on my plane connecting with me (there were about 8 ) was frantically looking at their watches hoping that we’d hold our next flight from taking off. As we got out of the gate, there were 2 oversized golf carts ready to drive us to freedom (or the next gate).

While this was an exciting start to a year long adventure, I was a little preoccupied with finding Colette and going to China. Standing outside the gate with the ticket attendants, I found Colette looking mightily frazzled. Our golf cart came to a screeching halt (probably not) and I ran up, said hello, gave a hug and we rushed into the plane.

Have you been VIP enough to hold up a flight? Tell me about it.

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