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The (Malleable) Memory Game
Let’s be honest about the stories we tell and the stories we hear.
I remember that day like it was 8 years ago.
My spouse and I had finished our post-wedding vacation and we were about to find out how well we would deal with chaos together as our return flight arrived a couple of hours late to the Miami airport.
Slight accompanying complication — it was an international exchange…and we were hungry.
By the time passports were checked and customs were crossed, we found that our flight home had already boarded. Being new to the Miami airport, we were rushed to a further state of panic when we discovered that our flight was boarded on the complete other side of the airport.
Which was also under construction.
Needless to say, our hunger pangs subsided in favor of adrenaline.
Is it acceptable to run through an airport? I don’t know. But even with the strange looks we received as newlyweds scampering through terminals, we elected to mindlessly sprint.
We heard a last call come over the speakers as we entered the sphere of our necessary location only to look and see that our gate was at the furthest end of the giant room.
