Patience Part 2

I was in Sao Paulo recently for a short trip. On the last day it poured rain, lightning, floods, etc. Lights went out in the office--was this a blackout? What would I do if I got stuck in the elevator?

No problems at airport, short customs line. My eyeballs drop out of their sockets as I go through immigration. The guy who I gave a ride from JFK to Newark on my last trip when the flight was cancelled was three people in front of me. Of all the coincidences, how odd we meet again. He remembered my name, I forgot his, how embarrassing (Ed or Dan).

Sometimes you meet a stranger, they tell you a story, and you wonder whatever happened to that person. For once I had a chance to ask, "Did you make your flight that day? Did your son get in?". This guy had to be back in the states last time to take his son to an interview at Duke for a wrestling scholarship. Thought I'd always wonder if the kid made it. This time, I had a chance to ask. No decision yet. We chatted while we waited for our planes.

Off to home with the slightest delay. The plane is there, the crew is there yet we don't get on for awhile. All the business class people rush the gate. They always do this, why bother? You have assigned seats, what's the big deal? They push the people in wheelchairs down the plank and I know we are a GO! Why else would the take the elderly on? Could it be some kind of cruel joke where the plane takes off with only the wheelchair people? Some kind of lottery bonanza for them? They let all the old people on first which was a nice gesture, I'd never seen that before. This old Brazilian lady had perfectly manicured toes and low heeled shoes which were much more stylish than mine (silver). Perhaps one day I will be that old lady. And you never know where fate will take you again.