I am at the airport early, with plenty of time before my flight. When I get a water, I notice that there is a man waiting for the cashier while she stocks items a few feet away. She stops immediately as I walk up.
The man asks for change, so she tells him that she has to help me first (in order to open the cash register, I'm assuming). She rings up my water, then gets the guy his change.
This sets off a series of thoughts:
Was my desire to get a water really part of a larger impulse to help the universe flow smoothly? The man may have had to wait a while for the next purchaser to come along and allow the cashier to open the register. Am I that in tune with the cosmos?
Or maybe the girl was in tune. She instinctively knew that she couldn't help the man, so she continued to stock items until another person arrived. Of course, this would all imply that the man was NOT in tune, because he grew angry from the wait. Does the wait mean you're not in tune? No, just the anger that comes on at having to wait. Sometimes waiting is what you are supposed to do. It's all a matter of intricate timing, you see.
Speaking of intricate timing, the bottle of Scotch that Adam brought me as a gift way back in April (but forgot in L.A.) is finally in my possession, thanks to the kindly babysitting of Victoria and perhaps a helpful reminder from Jeremy the Great so that she wouldn't forget to give it to me. I'm anxious to try it, but unfortunately I wind up heading out to Denver before I get a chance.
(Denver roadnotes coming up - and don't forget my reading on the 30th, if you're in the Denver area.)