Some people believe in the tooth fairy. An enamel loving entity who has a thing
for baby teeth; who snatches
up the teeth and leaves coins for them.
Why the thought of a
winged creature who can get past the locked doors, security system and the
guard dog to creep up on you while you are sleeping and snatch your body parts doesn’t scare little kids is beyond me. Stands to reason there might be a
crazy cousin, like the Toe Fairy, or the Finger Fairy. Who’s to stop THEM from from coming in
the dead of night and leaving a quarter for your big toe? If these winged ninjas can get past a
steel door, deadbolt and Furious Fido, mere tendon, joint & skin isn’t
going to him. Points to ponder.
According to Occam’s Razor, the least complicated theory is usually
the correct one; and since my travels are fraught with mayhem, disaster and
chaos I can only surmise that there may be a Interesting Travel Experience
Fairy. Not of the winged,
wee creature type, but more of a “you reap what you sow” deal. Seeing that in my tender youth I was
prone to pranks, practical jokes and just plain meanness, I am reaping a
harvest, and harvest time always
seems to come when I am traveling.
Like the time I was delayed by ANOTHER special search,
carted off to the little room and all, only to get to my plane at the last
second and be seated in the ONLY seat left. I was exhausted from a 3 day trip and wanted to pick a seat
between two old ladies so that when I fell asleep, and started snoring and
drooling, they wouldn’t even notice, seeing how as they would be most likely
drooling and snoring right along with me.
Wouldn’t you know it, I was placed in the aisle seat, right beside a pretty young thing who had a near lethal case of the chat-you-ups. She spent the first hour conversing
with a fella on the other side of her; their conversation included his
wife and small children. Then on
to the story of her troubled childhood, having been abandoned by her mother and
father. For the last hour of the flight I squirmed and I
chaffed while she bragged on and on about her beauty pageant history, mentioned her extensive
experiences as a dancer and party girl.
After knocking back a few drinks she leans over on him and
the conversation turns deeply personal. She begins to share of the emotional distress she has
suffered recently. She has
been abandoned by her boyfriend, who stayed around long enough to father her infant, then
moved on to greener pastures. At first the married fella seemed uncomfortable, his answers vague and stiff, but as
time progresses, he is more relaxed.
Her physical beauty is almost overpowering, her emotional vulnerability
palatable. Like a moth to a flame,
he is being drawn in.
She then extended the oh-so-gracious offer to show him the
sights of the city while he was in town for business. Wouldn't it would be a shame to be in this great city and not see
some of the sights? He agrees, yes it would. Dinner, we could have dinner, you have to eat after all those long meetings, and she knows where the best places are. When she
popped out with something along
the lines of You could come take me out
for dinner after I get off work tonight, I know how lonely it is when you are
traveling so far away from your family.
It’s just dinner. If it
goes further than that, well, what happens on a business trip stays on a
business trip, no harm no foul. She was talking in a voice loud enough
that it caught the attention of the three men across the aisle. They were slyly elbowing one another
and raising their eyebrows. They completely missed the hurt in her voice when
she told of her own father who ran out on her as a child. They see her as a
good time. A fantasy moment come
true. They do not see her as someone’s daughter, someone’s mother, to them she
is not a person, she is an opportunity.
So…. finally like Popeye “I’d taksed all I can takesed and I
couln’t taksed no more”. I’d been waiting on someone to step in, and since no
one did, I figured maybe that was WHY I’d experienced the delay that made me
late and forced me into the only seat left on the plane. This one. Ooooooohhhhhh righty then. Have gun, will travel.
I leaned over her and eyeballed the young man and said in my
very sweetest Motherly voice, “Young
man, let an old married woman give you some advice, RUN from temptation. You have a wife and two little children
at home to whom you are the world.
They are relying on you to be a man of integrity, a man who will put
them and their needs first. Live up to their expectations”.
Turning to the buxom beauty I said, in my kindest, gentlest
voice, “Young lady, I can tell you have experienced a lot of hurt in your life.
I can tell that you have put trust in fellas who have let you down. I am truly
sorry for that. I would like to
give you the advice I hope my daughter would receive if she were in your
shoes. Set your standard higher. Do not accept any less from a fella
than one who will treat you with dignity and respect. If you can get a married man to fall for you, he is not
worth having. Save yourself some
hurt dear girl, set your standard high.
For yourself. For that
little child at home.” Tears
filled her eyes; she took my hand and nodded her head.
All conversation in front, beside and behind us had silenced.
The entire plane was deadly quiet for
the next 15 minutes as the plane circled and we prepared to land. When it was time to deplane I looked right
into the eyeballs of the men who were sitting across from me with my best “You
should have been a MAN and rescued him” look. They looked at me, then down at the floor. I know, that THEY know, they should
have. I look at the young married
man, and got a huge grin and two
thumbs up. I get a little nod from
the girl. I walk off knowing it was no coincidence that I got the last seat on the plane, and I wonder when the Interesting Travel Experience
Fairy will strike again.