Today I introduced myself to two people in different airports. The first was a woman whose flight was canceled from Fayetteville who was traveling to San Antonio via Atlanta. Her shoes looked like slippers so I asked her if they were slippers. They were, which is awesome. Later in our conversation (which was quite lengthy for strangers), she asked if it looked strange that she was wearing slippers. I told her they looked like clogs from far away and that most people would be jealous that they weren't wearing slippers. I certainly was. I always wear my biggest shoes so I don't have to pack them. I was wearing hiking boots. They may have been better for the long haul.
Her name was Linda. I didn't introduce myself to the very end of the conversation as I was boarding ahead of her.
The second person was a man in the Atlanta airport. He helped me into a seat in the waiting area by grabbing my bag from me and putting it down so I could squeeze through to sit next to him. We talked about flying standby and having relatives who worked for Delta. He got onto the plane. I got onto a flight to Los Angeles two flights later. I introduced myself by him guessing where I was on the standby list on the screen. I told him my name was Cecile Garcia. Of course, this statement brought about the question of why I am so freaking pale. He was Hispanic and was naturally curious about my last name. I explained the whole paternal passing down of the name. I felt awkward.
I usually do feel that way anyway.
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