New York to Sarasota
My alarm rings. My eyes open. My body does not want to move. It is 4:00AM. I think to myself : Isn’t business travel wonderful.
Alarm off. I’m out of bed, off to the coffee maker. Coffee made. I return to the bedroom. I read and meditate while I sip.
I think to myself : Okay, what is my plan? Shower, dress, finish packing, load the car and head out to the airport. I execute my plan.
The airline terminal at LaGuardia Airport is packed today. I’m through security, my shoes and suspenders are back on. It is 10:00AM. I stop for some breakfast, nothing elaborate, just some pink grapefruit and some purple grapes. I think to myself: Always eat the grapefruit first, otherwise they will taste very bitter after eating the sweet grapes. I enjoy my moment at the restaurant in my concourse. I people-watch. Monday morning business travel can be quite hectic and that is why I give myself plenty time. It’s less stressful that way. I have more time to read, more time to write, more time to meditate and a few minutes of calm in the midst of a swirl of fast paced, nerve-wracking activity.
My breakfast moment over, through my gate, baggage stowed, seated, seat belt buckled and I’m ready for my next business trip. I think to myself: We got a lot of work do. Okay, No Pressure. Hey, it’s Florida. At least it’s warm. I place my earbuds into my ear, start up my playlist and fall asleep.
I awake. Seems I slept through the entire trip. We are on final approach. The airplane intercom awakes:
“This is your Captain speaking. We are now making our final approach to Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta! Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened…”
While the captain is still talking, I think to myself : Now wait a minute here. I’m sure I boarded the plane to Sarasota, Florida. What happened while I slept.
The intercom turns off. I gaze at passengers seated to my left and passengers to my right, their mouths agape, their faces bearing astonishment.
The intercom comes back on:
“This is your Captain speaking: My Bad. I assure you, we are on final approach to Sarasota International, NOT Atlanta.”
The passengers break into roaring laughter. I make sure my seat back is in the upright position and my table tray is back in its place. I raise the flap to look out my window and I smile.