Luggage belt laugh
Thursday, February 21, 2013
So it's nearly two in the morning, and I am standing in a crowd, gazing at the little doorway on the luggage conveyor belt, wondering why the baggage handlers always start with 15 suitcases and then take a 20 minute break while the rest of the people from the flight die of suspense, waiting to see their bags come through. It is cold, and snowy air swirls through the doors behind us every time they open to admit another bleary-eyed family member picking up another late night traveller--except that no one is leaving because now it's been a half hour and we are STILL waiting for our bags.
Normally, at a time like this, I am standing fuming silently, hating everyone around me and cursing the baggage handlers and wondering if there is a city in the country where the airport functions smoothly and competently and people get to go to bed shortly after touching down at their destination. I would be a ball of stress and reflux misery waiting at the baggage carousel. But on this flight, I was reading The Spark and so now, I am staring at the baggage door in the wall--but not in my long black wool coat and clunky winter boots. No, I am at my goal weight, in a floral bandeau top bikini, with a smooth waist and long lean thighs and I look AWESOME. And no one around me notices! In their sweatpants and boots, no one can tell that I am taking a minute to revel in the satisfaction of what it will feel like to reach my goal! Ha ha! And now, instead of feeling miserable and angry and helpless, I'm having a minute to bask in the sun that only I can feel, in a bathing suit that only I can see, and I feel transported. And it WORKED.
So now, when I am working at this conference for the next two days, when I am at my booth talking to customers in what appears to be a black wool suit and turtleneck, I'm actually wearing a fabulous two-piece and my towel is no where to be seen. Think of that the next time you are talking to a suspiciously chipper sales rep!