It goes without saying that traveling by air is a royal pain. However, I have realized it can be a journey in self-awareness. Trying to deplane after a 5 hour+ flight, which departed 2+ hours late, I followed my companion into the narrow aisle, only to receive a very loud "Harrumph" from the woman behind me. (Did I feel a slight body bump?) In my effort to struggle down the aisle with my carry-on bag, my shoulder bag, and my cross-body purse, I had apparently cut her off from her companion who was carrying all their luggage. She had her fake Birken bag to carry. (Anyone with a real Birkin bag would have traveled in 1st class, not coach.) I was sure to step out of her way, once I actually got off the plane. Another "Harrumph" and she went sailing ahead.
As I gazed at the back of her head, I wondered, "Am I like that when I am at my wits end after an exhausting flight; and I want to avoid hyperventilating and/or screaming while waiting to deplane?" I could imagine myself as the "Harrumpher," and I felt embarrassed for all the past times when I was she. She made me realize how self-involved I can be when I am in my "Hurry up or I will knock you over" mode. Not everyone speed walks through life. A recent trip to California made we realize this; and of course, the "Harrumpher."
Apologies to all the tourists who have felt my scorn, as I have left them in the dust on Broadway.
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