Chill

When the airline won’t change your seat assignment because, well, they’re out of seats?  Chill.  When you’re forced to sit on the runway for an hour and a half because there are life-threatening storms belting your destination city?  Chill.

I’m doing just that.  I’m waiting in the Nashville airport for a flight that’s been delayed for two hours and I’m watching people.  I’m watching people stomp around complaining loudly through cell phones about bad service and stupid pilots and days ruined.  I’m watching spoiled middle-aged white guys mostly.  They’re angry because their plans have been thwarted. 

Sometimes everyone does their job well and curve balls still get thrown our way.  And, yes, sometimes we’re inconvenienced because of someone else’s incompetence or stupidity.  But in either case does it help anyone to act angry, annoyed and just flat out childish?

Sit in the middle seat and remember that some people didn’t wake up this morning.

Drink your in-flight Pepsi product even though you’re a Coke guy and remember that some people are dying of thirst this morning.

Gate check that bag that’s too big to fit in the overhead compartment and remember that some people don’t have enough stuff to fill your suitcase, or any stuff at all.

Be calm and kind when talking to the gate agent and remember she’s someone’s mom, daughter and sister and is just as screwed up and yet loved as you are.

Wait for your delayed flight to board and remember that every change in plans is pregnant with potential good – a chance to grab breakfast, call your wife, take a nap, catch up on e-mails, or just be still and relax.

Chill.

By the way, if we hadn’t been stuck here this morning Brody wouldn’t have made a new friend in line to change our flight.