The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

Stockpiling Taco Bell Hot Sauce for a trip back to Europe…and thinking of other things to carry-on…

The Nice Thing About Strangers

The couple boarded the plane extremely late and toting five carry-on bags between them. The flight crew looked the other way. He opened nearly every overhead compartment in their section of the plane, pacing toward the back, sneering at the more timely passengers’ properly stowed belongings. He opened the compartments and his wife followed along checking as well and slamming them closed. Passengers already seated and belted pretended to stare straight ahead, but gave each other sideways glances.

He passed toward the front, opening the compartments again. His wife had given up and began forcing items under her seat.

A steward tried politely to hurry the man along, asking him to sit so the flight could depart. The man flushed. He handed off one of his heavier bags like a family member passing a screaming child back to its parent. The steward remained patient, but made a face to his…

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This entry was posted on February 8, 2013 by in Travel.

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