Once, long ago, the First Husband and I stood in a long line at the gate to reach the inter island Hawaiian flights. We were getting quite close to being late for our flight so I was feeling plenty nervous, which meant I probably looked harried and was being short to the First Husband.
We were nearly at the front of the line when a man and woman and two kids ran up beside the line and cut to the front, shoving each other through. The gatekeeper said to the man, "Slow down, Brother. Easy to get hurt." The man said,"Our plane is about to leave!"
The man ran after the others. The gatekeeper, turning to the next person, said, "There's always the next plane."
I decompressed. So simple. So easy. We were already in warm, sweet smelling Hawaii after all.
Have a wonderful weekend, One and All!