I was on the road this past week. Not the whole week, but a good-sized chunk of it. It was one of those travel things that I do that involves meetings during the day and social functions in the evening. I’m OK with the meetings. I’m confident, there’s an agenda and things usually go according to plan.
Social functions, on the other hand, bring out the introvert in me. That’s a curious thing to think about, bringing out the introvert… Trust me, my introvert has never been hiding in the closet, as it were. Nope, he’s been front and center all my life. There’s no agenda for a social function. I had to attend two functions, one that was easy and one that was not so easy. The difference was that I knew most of the people at the first one. It was more of a family gathering, not that I wasn’t shy about those, but, well, you had to know my family.
The second one was a room full of mostly strangers. That just made me think of something from Star Trek, and since this post is in response to Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, I guess I should go with the flow and let that voice have its moment in the sun.
There’s an episode of Star Trek Next Generation called “Home Soil” where some overzealous scientists are working to “tera-form” an uninhabited planet into a colony for the ever expanding Federation of human and human-like beings. Unfortunately, they stumbled upon a life-form, living in a thin layer of water just beneath the surface. Visible signs were ignored, threats were made, action was taken and before long, the Enterprise, flagship of the Federation was in danger.
Then they decided to negotiate. When they made contact, the creatures from the “warm sand” referred to humans as:
“Ugly bags of mostly water”
“Ugly” is subjective. One species’ beauty is another species’… and like that, but they nailed us with the bags of water thing.
I love how SoCS works. I had no intention of mentioning that episode, but it fits with what I was going to talk about, the thing hinted to in the title.
Long story short, my travel plans had to change. I was able to book new flights, but I ended up losing the advantage of having purchased the “Early Bird” registration on Southwest Airlines, which resulted in my sitting way toward the back of the plane. After the chaos of the
getting the cattle into the pen ushering people on-board was over, I noticed that the woman across the aisle from me was visibly sad that she wasn’t able to sit near her husband. He was in the worst seat on the plane – last row, aisle seat – the place where the line to the bathroom forms.
Having been in that situation, I offered to switch seats with the husband. How bad could that seat be? The flight was only a little over an hour long. How many people would have to use the bathroom?
Little did I know.
As soon as we crossed the 10,000 foot barrier, entering the atmospheric zone where coffee can be served and WiFi signals roam free, well free for $8, and restrooms can be used, a man who obviously needed to drain his bladder of a few martinis stumbled toward the facility. In between smashing into me on the way to and from the little room, I heard the flight attendant tell him several times “you have to close the door for the light to come on. Close the door and lock it” because nobody wants to watch you attempt urination.
Closer to home, I was sitting next to the embodiment of John W. Howell’s mother-daughter hump day combination (Alexis and Trudy). The daughter either was or was telling people that she was pregnant. She mentioned how she once told someone she was pregnant earlier in her twenty’s to get some special treatment. She did turn down a glass of wine her mother offered, because of her condition, so maybe she really was pregnant. The mother admonished her for putting too much stock in the medical profession and admitted to drinking while the daughter was in the womb.
It wasn’t the only thing they didn’t agree on. Unfortunately, almost everything else involved people. People of “that” religion, “that” sexual orientation, attending “that” college, shopping at “that” store and dating someone from “that” neighborhood.
This is when it’s a good thing that I’m an introvert. I kept my mouth closed.
I just realized that I never finished the story about the second social function. Since I am close to 800 words, let’s leave at: as is usually the case, I attended the function, I met some very nice people, I had a great time and I am glad that I attended it.
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-clo-.” Use a word or words that contain the three letters in order, and base your post on it/them. Enjoy!