On the last day that Annie and I were in Omaha, we were eating lunch with the bride and groom and the groom's brother and girlfriend, and some other peeps. The groom's brother and I realized that we were taking the same shuttle from the hotel to the airport. Ha. That's funny. We're like the same people. (Except they were heading back home to Brooklyn, and we were flying to San Francisco.)
But then we asked what flight they were taking, and we pieced together that we were actually taking the exact same flight out of Omaha. We had a layover in Chicago (yeah, look at a map, Southwest), and they had the same one. We also learned that the groom's father was going to be on the flight with us. Look how cute we are!
So, we all get to the airport. Annie and I apparently run through the airport, because we were through security and at our gate in a few minutes. (By the way, Omaha is the emptiest airport I've ever seen in my life. It was almost creepy. The TSA agents were lonely and wanted to be our friends.) We sat down at our gate, and we ran into the groom's father within a few minutes. We wondered how the groom's brother and sister had gotten so far behind us, which led Annie and I to realize just how quickly we move through airports these days.
There was also one last kicker we discovered. For those that have never flown Southwest, it has open seating, and you just walk on in the order that you checked in. For the flight to Chicago, the order we were in line was:
A40 - Groom's Dad
A41 - ~RoB
A42 - Annie
A43 - Groom's Brother
A44 - Groom's Brother's Girlfriend.
One big happy family. Though it is half true to say that it all happened by chance, we were on the same schedule forcing us to check in after the wedding reception, so it's not too surprising. Yet, why is it so difficult to make this happen when you actually try?
Anyway, I took off to the bathroom and to fill up my TSA-emptied water bottle. Upon coming out and walking in front of my departure gate, I looked toward the hallway leading from security. I saw the groom's brother finally coming through and he waved. That's fun. I waved back. Then I turned to continue my way to my seat, and I realized the groom's dad was behind me. I hadn't just been waved at. Yet, there was no mistake in my 'standing in an empty airport terminal waving wildly at, what turns out to be, nobody' wave. Awesome. Why am I so awkward?
I mean, I totally understand. I had just met the groom's father this weekend and I absolutely loved him. He was kind and smart and nice and always smiling. I'd enthusiastically wave at him on sight if he was my dad. Especially if we didn't see each other often and we got to spend most of the rest of the day together. Me on the other hand, I'd only wave at me if I had to. (Most people have to, when I awkwardly wave at them across BART cars and public venues, lest they look foolish. By most people I mean Annie. I usually wave like a toddler, too.)
|Not exactly related, but the same feeling.|
Suddenly we all got our hands up...