I was getting a coffee in the Seattle airport, preparing to catch my flight to Denver, and I heard several “final boarding for flight 387, paging passenger Jane Zimmerman.”
I thought to myself. Who are these people that get paged for their flights. Are they running down the terminal? Did they have a bad hair day? Are they still on a connecting flight? Did they sleep in? How many people really miss their flights and that last boarding call went into the void of the airport.
Fast forward 30 minutes to me sitting no less than 10 feet from my gate, sipping my americano, plunking away at some work on my computer. Keeping an eye on my boarding time. WELL… I guess I got a little too involved with writing the grant I was working on… I mean typing the mission/journey of Tanalian Bible Camp in less than 150 words is enthralling.
I had this weird feeling. Like when you are in the jungle and a tiger is about to pounce on you from a branch over your left shoulder. And you think to yourself. I should have worn more deodorant. It’s hot here. Kind of like that…
I looked up in a panic as I saw the sweet door attendant calling “Paging passenger Anna Burrows, this is your final boarding call.” GULP. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
In a swift moment, I grabbed my stuff and gracefully sprinted to the door. I laughed at myself for being “one of those“ who I had just thought long and hard about. I asked the boarding agent, “who are these people who are late…I mean, really!?” Heeheehhee. I boarded with confidence and walked down the fully boarded plane pretending it was my limo driver’s fault for dropping me at the airport late. Jeeves is sometimes a dawdler.