The word: Vacation
My husband and I took a trip to San Francisco sans babies this past weekend. Perhaps because we had fewer people to organize, we were less organized. Exhibit A: He forgot his ID. I went through security while he looped back outside to meet his sister, who had found the missing ID and was driving it to the airport….
While I waited at the gate, I chatted with Troy, a Southwest Air employee. I asked if he took advantage of all the free travel and he said yes, definitely. He added that he always plans for a day of chaos on either end, due to the uncertainties of standby travel. Then we peered down the terminal and Troy asked: “Do you see your husband yet?” I told Troy that my husband would be wearing red shoes and probably running.
A minute later, my husband walked peacefully, ID in hand, toward the gate – with three minutes to spare before they closed the flight. Troy’s comment? “Now that’s how to be on vacation!”
The Stranger: Troy
His Word: Vacation
The poem I wrote:
Like playing catch
with our reflection,
we seek the best view
of our own life.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.