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One Flight Delayed

I believed in my gut this trip was going to change my life. But as I climbed aboard my flight at LAX I had no idea how different everything would be.

The trip hadn’t gone as planned. I was flying from LA to Nashville to play guitar on a major artist’s album (you know who she is). Instead, Southworst Airlines had experienced technical issues during the holidays, and my itinerary changed. Now I had a 4-hour layover in Denver.

When I climbed off the ramp after landing, I knew I was in for an ordeal. There were thousands of people waiting for flights. Some sat in chairs, others napped in the terminal halls, and the lines to talk to an agent stretched as far as I could see.

I was immediately overwhelmed.

I made my way to my gate hoping somehow, someway, a miracle would befall me. Instead, I sat and streamed Netflix for hours, waiting for anything to happen. My emotions bubbled up after seven hours, and I went to the gate attendant to get any answers.

“Sir, I am sorry,” a young, and clearly overwhelmed redhead said. “The pilot scheduled to fly this flight has reached his max hours for this 24-hour period, and the FAA wouldn’t issue an exception. I am trying to find a new pilot. I am hopeful we can get this bird off the ground today.”

I retunred to my seat, but a young mother and her child had filled my space. I fumbled around the terminal, bought a soda, and returned to my gate. A woman who looked very familiar to me lifted her bags so I could sit in the seat ...

... next to her.

She was wearing an N95 mask. I struggled to put a name to her face, but I was certain I knew her. Her eyes looked so familiar to me.

She stood, exasperated after another hour of waiting. She lifted her mask and whipped moisture from her face. She threw her arms in the air and walked to the gate agent. Her body language suggested she was letting them have it.

The woman came back and growled her frustration. She sat down and leaned into me, hiding her face from everyone else. She puffed on a vape a few times, then faced forward again.

The stranger looked at me and said, “I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t vape in here. Do you want a puff?”

Once I saw her face I was able to complete the puzzle.

I said back, “Serie! I knew I knew you. You were at graduation. I am your daughter’s friend. You look so much like Tia!”

Serie looked at me with a confused stare. Then she just blurted out, “Tim. Oh my god. It is so weird to bump into you here.”

“Yeah – are you trying to get to Nashville too?” I asked.

“Yes, I have some contracts that I am negotiating with a producer. I’m an entertainment, and they're trying to rip off my client on royalties and copyrights.”

I felt a little intimidated.

“I guess I didn’t know you were a lawyer. Tia always said she grew up, um, well, not well off.”

“Yeah, I had Tia young. Her dad and I split before I was 20. I think he knew I was a lesbian before I could admit it to myself. I raised Tia alone. I made it through ...