This post is just too great not to share. Some laughs and possibly reflections for your Friday. Thank you to my sweet friend, Kelly (RED DIRT KELLY!) for sharing these memories and giggles. And to you, Kelly, I would say….don’t wait until you are 80 for that park bench meeting ♥ (I thought of my son as I read this! oh my!)
Somewhere over the Arkansas-Louisiana border at 40,000 feet I was startled out of my daydreaming state by an announcement coming over the cabin microphone: “Kelly from Edmond? Would you please turn on your call light?”
“Cripes,” I thought to myself. Then I said it aloud. “Cripes! I probably dropped my wallet or something.” I was talking half to myself and half to an OSU student I had met who had lots of questions about flying. She was sitting across the aisle from me grinning. “Um…” I started. Then I made eye contact with the flight attendant who was standing in the first class section and waved weakly. “Here I am…” My voice trailed off. I felt like a child.
The flight attendant saw me, smiled way bigger than should have fit a wallet-losing scenario, and began making her way down the aisle. When she reached me, she held out her hand and…
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