The Old Man at the Airport
And a curious case of offering prayers to the porcelain goddess
Interactions at the airport are minimal, and more often than not, forgettable.
Unless they are accompanied by someone, travelers prefer to keep it to themselves. I am no different.
That being said, I have experiences when a chance meeting with a stranger has led to a casual conversation, eventually ending in either future contact of some sort or a weird coincidence, or both.
This is the story of one such unusual encounter.
When office folks book flights for you, planning is the last thing they have on their mind. The brief given to them always alludes to saving a few dollars more any which way. It is the employee who has to suffer because of their poor planning.
So I suffered for the umpteenth time, on this occasion stranded at the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), with hours to go before I could board the connecting flight to Florida. It was not that the flight was delayed. It was just that the schedule wasn’t properly planned.
As I waited, contemplating what to do and how to kill time, I was approached by a visibly older man. He was a Canadian national, about 65 years in age. His flight to Vancouver had got delayed considerably.
