It’s a good thing that I’m not a superstitious person. Otherwise I may have taken it as a bad sign when Shaun discovered that we had a leaking water pipe somewhere on our property on the morning we left for our six-day trip to
And when we got to the security screening line at the
It took a little more willpower to disregard the jumpy Marine trying to get through security just ahead of us. It appeared that he kept setting off the alarm by failing to place all of his metal items on the conveyor belt, and the repeated, failed attempts had left him agitated. I think he was trying to smile, but it came out as a grimace—his teeth were bared and clenched, and his eyes looked wild.
“What do I do?” he entreated the TSA agent standing on the other side of the arch, waving his arms and shifting his weight from side to side as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “What do I do?”
“OK, friend,” she said firmly. “This is your fifth trip through the doorway. Relax. Take a deep breath. And then step on through.” The fifth time was a charm. So that was all right.
Our flight left a few minutes late, but nothing to worry about. We would still have just enough time to make our connection. Except, for some reason, at the time we were supposed to be landing in
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said the captain, “you may have noticed that we have been climbing again.” Actually, I hadn’t noticed.
“We had a malfunction with the flight controls. But we are now cleared for landing and that’s what we’ll be doing.”
Hmm. Well, the flight controls had started working again. So that was really more lucky than unlucky. The passengers who clapped upon our uneventful landing obviously agreed with me.
We landed in
If you can’t imagine Shaun running for a plane, your instincts serve you well. His fast walk kept him only a few paces behind me. We were the last people to board, except for a crabby old couple who had apparently been hanging around for hours but couldn’t be troubled to actually get on the plane.
We settled into our seats, and I caught my breath and smiled at Shaun, saying something like “I can’t believe we made it.” Then I sat and thought about it for a few minutes before turning to Shaun with the question of the day.
“If we just made this flight,” I asked, “what are the chances that our luggage made it too?”