So I'm back in Los Angeles.
It's 58 degrees and cloudy. And after two long Uber rides, complete with nausea (don't know why that keeps happening in cabs...) I'm finally pulling up to my house when I remember the treacherous stairs that await me. Ok thy aren't that bad, but I dare you to haul my luggage up those 15 stairs without grunting. But I will endure it knowing there are packages waiting at my door and a bed of plush velour calling my name. It's like my second Christmas. Anyway, so here I am back in Los Angeles and though I am beyond grateful that my left brain kicked in yesterday and accomplished so much for me before returning, it's hitting me hard that I am back in the real world.... And what happens?! I look up with a smile only to be snarled at by a grumpy geyser power walking in a tracksuit.
Ahh welcome home.
I am happy to be back. I'm feeling like the last two months of traveling has finally just hit me (naturally it isn't until I step off the plane that I notice a tickle in my throat..), but I'm ready.
Enough about me. Back to the plane.
Tilting the fabulosity scale even further, my brother and I graciously and thankfully sat first class on our journey back west. (Yes we are bougey at times, but this was a gift!) Something happened on the plane that I observed. Aside from the two fairly decent movies about interventions and artificial intelligence (I told you: I have a chaotic mind) I noticed the flight attendant. She was a lively elderly woman with a pile of grey hair pinned to her head with a precious pink and wrinkled lipsticked smile. The first thing I observed was that she was offering us endless snacks. Now... some stews are stingy! I don't know if there's a course in hospitality for flight attendants, but this woman should be their teacher. She not only STOCKED our mini water bottle collection, but she made sure we used our linens during lunch, encouraged us to chug out last sips of white wine spritzer before trashing them, and continued to provide us with endless toothy smiles until we literally got off the plane. Needless to say, she pretty much filled my Maslow pyramid tank.
But then she did something else.
I noticed her offer the first row of passengers giant airport placemats and crayons. I'm almost positive no one else saw this. I didn't question it; merely narrowed my eyes and put my attention back to my A.I. movie (ps : just wait for my A.I. post. It's gonna be bloody good). So, fast forward to when the stew comes back and I notice something else. An old school digital camera. She takes a photo of one of the passengers and I'm thinking..
"Ok someone wanted their picture on a plane..odd but not too uncanny."
But then she had the next passenger hold up their place mat and I realized she had asked them to draw something and now she was taking their picture! All the passengers gladly obliged and seemed to be a tad giddy about it. So I'm thinking...
"Huh. Ok, interesting. She's like the cool waitress who brings the kids crayons knowing their attention spans and grubby hands will surely get into trouble."
BUT THEN SHE TOOK IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL! She comes back and actually tapes these pictures to the front wall of the plane! Four giant Crayon clad adult scribbles. (On this, all I can say is... damn. Art class really does nothing for the lot of us who still struggle with the stick figure.) And as the flight went on, she continued to tack up the falling corners of the pictures when someone would brush it down upon trying to make sense of what the hell it was doing taped to the wall in the first place.
But the passengers smiled.
And she smiled. And I smiled.
I looked at this woman and admired her. This woman, with her endearing idiosyncrasy, fearlessly encouraging the creation of joy and art in a public place! On a plane! Her kindness, her generosity, her balls! I mean... I was secretly dreading that she would soon approach me hoping to get my mug on her soul sucking photo box...but still...I admired her. She was able to do something that made both her and the passengers flying experience more enjoyable. More memorable. And when she looks back at those photos (which I admit is still a tad creepy) she has those moments with strangers to reflect on. A trophy of sorts for her dedicated work and positive intentions. Pure.
Moments of purity. Of good....
We are all so afraid of doing things that may reveal our sensitivity and our hearts, but it's these acts that we are all so hungry for. Instead of going to the soup kitchen, follow suit of the stew's intentions and figure out how to do this in your own way, on your own time. It's these times I thank my lucky stars for that sixth sense of heightened awareness because despite it being a passing moment on a jet plane, I bet that woman would be pretty darn giddy knowing someone noticed.