4:29 am. I’m sitting in an airport shuttle van with two other people – the driver, and a man in his mid 40s/early 50s. We are stopped at a red light on a vacant downtown Seattle street, and we are silent. It’s quite nice, actually: dark, calm, the engine humming gently, a light smell of mint from the driver’s gum – all of it soothes me into a rather peaceful state.
A second later, a car pulls up along side the van in the next lane over. I can’t see the driver, but I can certainly hear his music: reminiscent of a hair/metal band combo of the 80s/90s. (Think loud screams mingled with overdrive bass and a frenetic, pounding quality.) The very loud tunes now occupy the air; and the contrast of the “before-and-after” state, coupled with the absurdity of this music residing in a shuttle van occupied by business people, causes me to grin. So this is how today is going to be? Oh hell yeah – bring it! : )
4:56 am. An airline ticket counter agent is milling about the check-in area, stating, “If you don’t yet have a boarding pass, unfortunately you won’t be able to get through security. But, the good news is,” she pauses, then resumes in a sing-song voice, “I can get you one!” She smiles broadly at anyone who will look at her. I smile back.
5:23 am. I just selected a variety of breakfast items, and am precariously balancing my coat, bag, purse, and food while trying to free my wallet to pay. As I extract my credit card, the teenage attendant behind the counter wordlessly puts my items into a bag – along with the appropriate utensils, condiments, and napkins. She hands it to me with a smile, and tells me, “You should be all set.”
You bet I am. Not yet 5:30 in the morning, and I’ve already experienced three different moments of unexpected delight.