This afternoon, I dropped my husband and his co-worker at the airport. I’ve always loved airports as they always hold such a promise of things to come. But when I dropped them at the departures level and waiting for them to remove their bags and go inside, I looked up. The people in front of me were unloading too and one of the women was crying. By the time they had departed and I looked up again, she was gone. I’ll always wonder what made her cry and if it was for happy or sad reasons.
I’ll confess that I love to make up stories about the people I see in airports. Sometimes, the stories are almost easy to tell – you overhear a phone conversation or a conversation between fellow travelers. Other times, you have to imagine where the person is going, what brought them there, and what is going on in their lives. My husband plays this game with me when we travel. And we often later talk about the more memorable ones “Do you remember the guy in the Charlotte airport whose son played football for Coastal Carolina?” or “What about the lady who brought the pie on the plane? Who do you think it was for?”
My silly airport fantasy is to pack a bag, go to the airport, and buy a ticket right there on the next available flight. As ridiculous as it is, I wonder what kind of story it would create for me.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Link back to Fadra’s post (feel free to use the SOC Sunday graphic).
- Add your post to her page (be sure to use the permalink to your post, not your blog’s URL; and only NEW posts please).
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.