The miserable lady in the seat in front of me

My plane was late coming back from Mexico a few days ago and this lady was fidgeting around in the airport. I felt like steam was about to come out her ears. It was clear she was mad and was looking around for anyone to join in on her frustration.

On the flight, she sat in the row in front of my wife and I. All I heard was sigh after sigh about the service. And when we landed she had to let everyone know how late we were.

After my regular nap where my wife takes embarrassing pics of me. I sat there extremely relaxed looking at the tension that she had built up in her body. All that stress pre-aging her and damaging her health.

Did stress change anything about the speed at which the plane arrived? Of course not – so why bother? I thought.

It’s one of those moments where you realize that anything you can’t control is teaching you to let go.

Also published on Medium.

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