A few days ago, while I was sitting at the airport in
Chicago reading a book on my phone and awaiting my flight to Omaha, a lady sat
down next to me. At first, I did not even look at her. But, once she started
making calls and describing the events of the day to others (including missing
her plane and having to wait for several hours for her next flight), I started
losing my concentration, and unwillingly, listening to her conversation. I
intentionally had selected a small table where the likelihood of someone
joining me would have been low. Had she
been quiet and not distracting me from my book, I would have been totally fine
with her joining me, however, she was kind of loud and hard to ignore. I was
contemplating whether I should move to another location when she abruptly
addressed me and asked me why I was not charging my phone since there was an
outlet next to my phone (apparently, the outlet had been the main attraction
for her). Once I was faced with such a question, I had to turn my head and
actually establish eye contact with her. She was a middle-aged lady like myself,
with a sweet and beautiful visage. I was immediately taken by her and explained
to her that my phone was almost fully charged. But, she insisted on her
request, and for some unknown reason I decided to oblige her and took my
charger out of my bag and plugged it in. Once she was satisfied that her request
had been fulfilled, she started talking to me about her trip, her children,
etc. Her name was Barbara and she was on her way to Niagara Falls with some
friends to celebrate her 60th birthday.
