I made a new friend today in the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport.
We had electricity.
Actually, he did. He was seated next to an electrical outlet in the gate area, the only one I was able to find. And he wasn’t using it. If I wanted to, I was going to have to sit on the floor…or ask him to move down to the next open seat.
I asked and offered some candy as a bargaining chip. He said that ‘being nice’ was reward enough.
So I took his seat and charged my phone for the next hour. And I learned that he worked in Dallas and lived in Boston — where we were both headed — making the flight home every two-to-three weeks. Today he was going home for Father’s Day. His daughter was picking him up at the airport.
And when we eventually parted company to find our respective seats on the plane, I couldn’t help but think…
She’s one lucky girl.