Sitting in wait...

So here I am, at Palm Beach International Airport, sitting in wait. Waiting for something to happen. Something extraordinary...

A few weeks ago, not too far from where I sit now, a beautiful young lady sat near me, as I was waiting for my ride home. I wrote a poem about her, which you can read at golf.november.world, one of the recent posts..."Intersection of Solitude".

She is a pretty girl born in Florida, but raised (and currently living) in a small town in my home state, in Redding, California. She is involved with a church that deals with the supernatural (something that I'll admit, scared me, though I held back my fears to prevent offending her. My faith isn't that popular with most people, so I would know where she's coming from. I would like the same respect for my religion as she wishes for hers).

This intersection of solitude was the meeting of two souls, two beings, two persons by chance, both opening up to each other, and never to be seen again. She had the prettiest blue eyes...and her blond hair was just as beautiful. But, if you read the poem, you'll also note that there is another that I am holding out hope for.

And the intersection of solitude strikes again tonight.

As I was writing this, I was called into my office by a customer (or who I thought was a customer...actually another airline employee). I found some promising news that comes against this furlough. Air Wisconsin may be hiring flight attendants soon, and I am really considering applying to work as a flight attendant. I'll get used to the life of flying as air crew for an airline, and it will allow me to make contacts with pilots at the airline so when I get my ratings, it will be easier for me to get into the right seat, and make it faster for me to make it to the left seat.

Now...when is my food arriving?