Off to Rome. This is the second Sunday in a row when I’ve gone from church pretty much straight to the airport with a brief delay in between.
At Mass today we had a 1st Holy Communion, which is always terrific. After talking for a bit in practical terms about James’ admonitions concerning anger, I spoke about reception and being in the state of grace.
We are getting an announcement that we will have a bumpy ride to DTW and, therefore, no cabin service. I learned that there were lots of flight stops today. DTW is not one of them.
And the text popped up showing that my bag was loaded. So far so okay.
We landed relatively softly in DTW. But then there was no one at the gate. So we waited and waited and waited. Then they had to find someone to move the jet bridge. The flight crew asked that people let others with short connections off first, which rarely works. This time quite a few of us cooperated.
When the aisle cleared up I got up to get my gear. I’ve done this before, so I’m pretty nimble. Then a voice boomed out from about 5 rows aft, “GET OUT OF MY WAY!” The voice emanated from a short woman with very short hair, not quite as wide as tall, with rather masculine glasses and cloths. As I turned to go up the aisle she pretty much shouted, “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!”
I continued with a momentary backward glance, as my stride left her in her dust. Once off the plane, I parked at a chair and rearranged my gear and – behold – she waddled not too quickly off.
Then there was the sullen teen at the register in a shop.
One really needs to take Athenodorus’s advice to the young Octavian: When you are angry, recite through the whole alphabet before you do or say anything.
In the lounge, I fired up the radio, but I didn’t try for any contacts.
The next flight is coming up!