This describes many mornings for me. The story for January 13th however was a trip to Tampa to spend some time with my client there. I flew Jet Blue and got to experience the new terminal. It was cool. And modern. I had a great breakfast in a stylish restaurant (name forgotten of course) that I'd definitely look forward to having dinner at. Then I got coffee at one of their new self service stations where you can work on your laptop and order food and beverages from a touch screen monitor. And then we boarded.
The flight was largely uneventful. The man across the row was traveling with a young child. They were laying across all three seats and cuddling. And then kerplunk. The baby fell off the seats onto the floor but the man didn't wake up. I jumped up and gave him a shove right around the time the baby started crying. At that point he sat up and cuddled the baby - they were both asleep in minutes.
I took this picture of them while they were sleeping and called it Strangers. I felt like an intruder snapping it, but I thought it was such a sweet spot. Besides, I spend so much time in planes, trains and automobiles that I have to do a little people watching. I thought about asking him for his email address and sending him the picture but then I thought he might find that odd. Or creepy. Or both.
In other news, January 13 is Johnnie's birthday. I'm sure there will be some celebrating over the weekend.
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