Last night I flew home from PA. It was an uneventful flight, which was good, and we even landed 30 minutes early! The entire flight I kept pretty much to myself – I watched a saved episode of The Carrie Diaries (possible spoiler if you haven’t been keeping up, but I am so glad she ditched George and is taking the internship at Interview magazine), read some of my book for Book Club, and perused two magazines.
At touchdown, I started to gather my belongings and couldn’t wait to get off of the plane and home to my family. The lady sitting next to me, as I had noticed earlier, was so cute – very fashionable (loved her necklace and glasses). Her daughter was sitting in the row behind us. As we bumped elbows by accident, she said, “I hope you have a nice stay!” I explained that I live here but travel for work about every 4 – 6 weeks. She asked where my office is and coincidentally she lives in the same city. We spoke about where I usually stay, the cute restaurants, etc. She then takes out a pencil and grabs a piece of scrap paper and writes down her name and phone number. She hands it to me and says, “If you ever need anything, I live right where you visit. I know you are probably very independent, but if you need anything…”
Seriously…how nice is that? I was floored. Who does that? I thanked her like ten times, and then told her that the thing that stinks about traveling is that I miss my two boys. She looked at me a bit funny and then said, “You do not look old enough to have kids, how old are they?” So now she is my #1 BFF 🙂 Edna, we are on a first name basis now, apparently thought I was younger than I actually am and was reaching out to me…like a mom.
I thought that was the nicest thing ever. on the way to my car, during the ride home and all the way through my story about this to my husband, I was replaying how nice of a gesture that was (and a nice compliment…but that is very secondary).
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