I flew home from Type A Con today. Practically skipped down the terminal into the squealing hugs of three kids and bear hug from a weary hubby. Dude. Dorothy was so very right.
I was so worn out from the conference. I learned a lot. And got refilled and re-energized for my blog. And I got to laugh and hug and dance (oh yes, I danced) with some of my favorite people in the world. But I have been traveling too much for my taste lately and I just miss my family. So today I had no patience for airports and security and tiny squished seats.
But I think God decided to give me a little treat today. I sat down on the first flight and the pilot got on to do his introduction. Except his routine was more of a comedy routine/ jazz performance. Jokes, impersonations and even a little harmonica. Harmonica. From an airline pilot.
I landed on my first flight with a two hour layover. Any smile that pilot brought to my face was quickly replaced by a weary face who knew it was still another four hours until I got to hug my four favorite people on the planet. If only I had my heels to click.
I boarded my last plane of the day hoping time would go quickly. And who comes over the intercom? My harmonica playing/ stand up comedian pilot. Yeah, I had hear the whole routine before, but I smiled just the same.
In a world where customer service typically means a roll of an eye while they begrudgingly help you with what you want, it was the perfect day to come across a man who not only loves his job but has decided to spread that joy. It was the perfect way to end a trip. And the perfect joy to pass on to my waiting family’s arms.