Confession

I didn't really have a connecting flight.

But I was in the very last row of the plane and the jetway had malfunctioned and we'd been sitting at our gate for 15 minutes and I felt bad for Husband continually circling, searching for me to pick me up...

So I tucked my luggage tag under the handle of my wheelie bag, bowed my head, and let you let me by to exit the plane, not meeting your eye as you wished me good luck in making my next flight.

I'm sorry. I owe you one.