Cranky People

I like to look at people when I travel. When I got to Chicago yesterday, there were a crap load of people walking around. These people looked different than my people back home. They talked different, they dressed different and they were from different countries.

I can’t help but think that I have been on this earth a long time and never laid eyes on any of the thousands of people I saw yesterday. I will never see them again.

God is amazing that he can keep up with all of us.

Then on my second leg to LA I sat down beside this really interesting guy from New Hampshire. We had a lot in common, age, golf, music interests, etc. We yakked it up for a couple of hours not realizing that both of us had become quiet deaf. Neither of us apparently had experienced the relieving ear pop that allows you to hear better, and the 767 we were on was loud as hell. We were just over the wing engine.

So, we must have been screaming our conversation at the top of our lungs, sharing life experiences and such, when the woman in front of us turned around with a cranky face and asked us to quiet down.

We complied, but it kind of busted our bubble. Here we had both been waiting a combined 100 years to have this conversation and a strange woman tells me to shut up.

I sulked and grabbed the Sky Mall catalog. There is some cool stuff in there in know.


Anonymous said...

We think alike, Reggie. I often have thoughts like that about all the people I have never seen before and will never see again.
Yes, God knows them and made them and cares about them. How he came up with so many faces too!

Chris said...

You should have kicked her seat, and when she turned around, pretended to be asleep.

Peach Pod said...

You didn't call the Chicago Polish Mafia, I mean Gigi's family, while flying through Chicago? I'm shocked.