I'm really liking the exit row right now. Lots of legroom. More than those Economy Comfort seats Delta wants to sell me for $70. Our flight took off a little late. Not sure why so many people fly out of Vegas at seven in the morning on a Thursday. Then again, who am I to judge? For, you see, I left Vegas at seven in the morning on a Thursday. I am the same as everyone else. A TSA agent said something very profound to us while we were waiting in line for security. He said, "You are standing in a line. Be patient. Just remember, there was no line until you got here."
It's so true, though. You get to a crowded place and you're like, "Where did all these people come from? What are they all doing here?" Like every day is your special day and the strangers around you are in your way. I guess that's having a sense of self but not a sense of anyone else. I do it all the time. I go to restaurants and I watch to see who was seated after me and if they get my food before me. Who cares, right? I guess I'd be pissed though if I, for example, ordered a baked potato and the guy who came after me ordered a baked potato, and he got his first, then the waiter comes over and is like, "Sorry sir, that gentleman got the last potato." I'd be like, "That guy got my potato! I got here first! You gave him my potato."
I'm flying to a place with plenty of strangers and potatoes. New York. Not sure what I'll do there, but I know I'm going to see a Broadway musical. My main concern is eating. Where will I eat? Will the place have enough tables to seat me? Maybe I could look at that from a less egocentric perspective: Will they have enough tables to seat everyone. There. Now I sound like I care about my fellow man.
