Air travel brings out the worst in us, doesn’t it?
I had just settled into my seat at Lambert International, heading from St. Louis to Baltimore for an MACPA event, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Southwest Airlines, pleasantly informing me that my flight to BWI had been cancelled.
At that point, there’s not much you can do except get in line and try to book a seat on another flight … along with about 120 of your fellow travelers. That’s when patience truly becomes a virtue.
Which made what happened next so infuriating.
The line I was in was being served by two Southwest attendants. One was at Gate E18, serving our flight to BWI. The other was at the adjacent E16, serving a separate flight to Washington D.C. that was leaving in 10 minutes.
I was about 10th in line to change my flight to BWI. A woman a few spots behind me decided she would try to fly into D.C. instead, and jumped to the front of the line to try to get onto the D.C. flight before it left. She tried to justify her line-butting by saying to everyone in front of her, “You’re all going to Baltimore, right? Because I’m going to try to get onto this D.C. flight before it leaves.”
“Sorry,” my mind told me, “but that’s just wrong.”
As others in line expressed their displeasure, I shouted out to her, “How do you know the rest of us aren’t waiting to do the same thing?” To which she answered, “Middle finger.”
“OK,” my traditionally non-confrontational self said, biting its tongue, “serenity now.”
A couple of minutes later, a new ticket in hand, she turned to the rest of us in line, smirked, and said sarcastically, “Thank you for your understanding.” The conversation then continued as follows:
She then marched off toward her gate, and I stood there stewing.
A couple of minutes later, after I had settled myself down, I replayed the incident in my mind and came to this brilliant conclusion:
“Bill, you’re an idiot.”
I’ve talked time and time and time again about the importance — the outright necessity — of being nice, of seeing the best in everyone, no matter the circumstances. I believe that. In this case, I let it slip my mind. It’s time I stopped being a hypocrite and practiced what I preach.
So to the line-butting woman at Gate E18 of Lambert International’s Southwest terminal: I’m sorry. I had no right to question your motive or your actions. I hope you got where you were going with time to spare. Really. I mean that.
In the meantime, I’ll make you a deal. Let’s both think about others first from now on, OK? We’ll be happier, everyone else will feel better, and the world will keep turning.
I’m a$$uming that will happen, anyway.
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