I don't often notice these kinds of trends, but Landon did the other day and made me smile.
I was at the airport and momentarily reminded of my formerly more extroverted self by this conversation:
"So, Special Forces then. Is that you?" He looked up at me, startled.
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"Well, the watch, for one thing. Most people don't have their watches set to military time. And that book you're reading has something about Special Forces on one of the pages."
Which in itself was kind of embarrassing to admit, seeing as the entire cover of the book was hidden by duct tape...duck tape? Whatever. It looked obvious that the secret book of military combat procedures was begging for my surreptitious glance to determine its content.
"Thanks, then. For everything you do for us."
The conversation hovers in that space between awkward and natural and I'm not sure where it will land.
"Thanks for saying something," and he sounds genuinely grateful. "I don't get a lot of that. I don't usually advertise what I do."
Yes, the secret handbook sealed with tape...I'm noting that.
Numbers are called and he boards and we board and the moment passes and I spend the first few minutes of the safety speeches constructing all kinds of interesting back stories for him and his tattoos in my head.
I must have been a little proud of my detective work because I even retold the story to my family after I got home. Landon told me seriously (after I tried to explain what Special Forces meant) that I was really lucky to have him on the flight with us. "Yeah, that way, if a bad guy was on the plane, the Special Forces guy would know what to do and save everyone."
And just like that, I can picture watching an exciting action movie and thinking, Really? There just happened to be a Special Forces guy on the plane who could take the bad guy out?
It could happen.
I've already practiced that scene in real life
Love it, Jodi.
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