Honestly, part of me wanted it to be.
I was annoyed, but I also had a long flight ahead and two children waiting for me at the other end.
I didn’t need an argument with a stranger becoming part of my day.
Then we got to the gate.
There he was.
Sitting about 20 feet away.
He had one of those expensive-looking carry-ons and was drinking something from a paper cup.
He never looked at us.
Dad sat beside me. “That is him.”
“I know.”
“I do not like his face.”
“You don’t like his attitude.”
“That’s right.”
I laughed.
Then boarding started.
Dad and I were in the same row.
I had the window seat.
Dad had the aisle.
The middle seat belonged to someone else.
We boarded when our group was called.
I walked ahead of Dad because he had stopped to help an older woman lift her bag.
