Saved By The Schmidt

In The Line

I walked through the doors of the airport. It's small. People coming in and out. People leaving people going. It's not that crowded, but then again that's expected being a small airport. This is more for people who do lay overs. I followed the signs that told me where airport security was. I personally don't know anything about airports since it's been years since I've been in one. The last time I was here my mom was still alive. They had surprised me to a trip to DisneyWorld. That was the trip that ended with my parents telling me my mom was going to die.

I walked behind a line of people. Some looked tired. Some looked bored. Some looked like they were going to go insane. 

There were five people in front of me. 

The woman in the front waiting for her turn to go was dressed in pajama pants and a white shirt. She either didn't care to get dressed or she be heading to a connecting flight.

The man behind her was dressed in a fancy suit. He was looking down at his phone. I couldn't see the look on his face, but I could tell that with the slump of his shoulders that what ever he was looking at was not good.

The third person in line was a mother and her baby. The baby looked to be four months maybe five. The baby was giggling to itself. Talking like we knew what they were saying, but truth it we understood as much as they understood of us.

The fourth person looked rather bored. She was dressed in casual clothes. Looking all around like airport like looking around would get the line to move fast. Sorry lady it's not.

Finally, the man in front of me which to me looked a little on the wacky shack side. I could literally hear him muttering nothing, but nonsense as he waited in line. I was tempted to ask him if he was alright, but I was brought up not to talk to strangers so I kept to myself. 

The line moved and I stepped forward, mentally preparing myself for this flight.