Before the adventure, there’s waiting.
Friday–July 31. Gate 18.
“Your flight will be delayed 20 minutes,” the ticket agent announced over a microphone.
“And this won’t delay your connecting flights in Minneapolis,” she added.
My fellow passengers waiting at Gate 18 focused their eyes on books, like The Girl on the Train or a J.A. Jance detective novel. Lit screens on phones hypnotized many others. The man across from me crunched potato chips. Ka-rrrrrunch! A lady chomped on gum. Chaaw-ommmppp! Some took dainty sips of bottled airport water as others gawked blankly into the vast chasm of the airport’s back and forth hustle of people towing luggage…