We made it! Tom and I dragged ourselves out of bed in the middle of the night. Well, maybe it was just really, really early. We ate breakfast in the car. (Tom rarely agrees to that!) We arrived at the airport in plenty of time for our very early flight last weekend. Little did we know the peril that lay ahead.
Why were so many passengers heading for Toledo, Ohio at the crack of dawn on a Saturday? Alas! My eyes were open, kind of, but my brain sure wasn't awake.
As soon as we lined up to board, I realized something wasn't quite right. (Okay, so it wasn't as weird as our flight from Denver. It's hard to top a viable bomb threat.) I started noticing team logos on nearly all of the other passengers, infants and toddlers included. Still in drone mode, we merged onto the plane with the fans.
Why were so many passengers heading for Toledo, Ohio at the crack of dawn on a Saturday? Alas! My eyes were open, kind of, but my brain sure wasn't awake.
As soon as we lined up to board, I realized something wasn't quite right. (Okay, so it wasn't as weird as our flight from Denver. It's hard to top a viable bomb threat.) I started noticing team logos on nearly all of the other passengers, infants and toddlers included. Still in drone mode, we merged onto the plane with the fans.
Honestly, the pilot couldn't have been buckled in before it started. First, a couple of guys across the aisle began quietly chatting about the "big game". Then a young family proudly showed off their matching team shirts. The college fight song started in the back of the plane. It gained momentum and volume as it washed over the cabin.
That's when I knew: we'd gotten on the wrong plane! We'd stumbled onto the "fan plane" instead of the "nerd express". Yikes!
The worse thing about being on the wrong plane? Tough call. Was it not knowing the fight song? Not having matching shirts? Naahhh!
The worst part of getting on the wrong plane was feeling like an outsider. Feeling like I had absolutely nothing in common with my fellow travelers.
Have you been in a similar situation? A situation that makes you feel awkward and ignorant? How did you handle it? Did you sink down into your seat, like me? Maybe you covertly pulled out your phone to snag some intel. Or quickly put on your sunglasses to hide your chagrin or confusion.
Life is full of "plane rides". Whether you tend to be poised or puzzled, I pray none of yours are on the wrong plane.
That's when I knew: we'd gotten on the wrong plane! We'd stumbled onto the "fan plane" instead of the "nerd express". Yikes!
The worse thing about being on the wrong plane? Tough call. Was it not knowing the fight song? Not having matching shirts? Naahhh!
The worst part of getting on the wrong plane was feeling like an outsider. Feeling like I had absolutely nothing in common with my fellow travelers.
Have you been in a similar situation? A situation that makes you feel awkward and ignorant? How did you handle it? Did you sink down into your seat, like me? Maybe you covertly pulled out your phone to snag some intel. Or quickly put on your sunglasses to hide your chagrin or confusion.
Life is full of "plane rides". Whether you tend to be poised or puzzled, I pray none of yours are on the wrong plane.
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