There Are Still Nice People Out There

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).