Tired, but feeling the goodness of my stay, I made it to my gate to fly home. I was still using my cane, as my legs got so worn out and sore. It had been a long 3 weeks caring for my mom and enjoying extended family. So, let’s just say I was not at my best. Hence the title – It Was the Best and the Worst of Times.
There she was.
Sitting in the handicap places when it was obvious she did not need to be. The prime seat. I wanted to be there. Tattered jeans and rings all over her fingers. Talking on her cell and looking pretty-uppity. No other way around it but to say, “I judged her” and found her wanting in my book. I was not nice (on the inside) and barely civil (on the outside).
Then came the boarding call.