Little Known Fact About Me and Airports...

Is it strange that whenever I'm in a strange airport, waiting to connect to some other flight, I hope that I'll see someone I know from long ago?

Yeah. It's pretty strange.

And yet, I still can't help imagining the scene. They'll be strolling through the terminal, wheeling their luggage behind, when by some twist of fate, they spot me from far away, sitting at gate A4. They'll do a double take when they recognize my plaid flannel, then their face will light up when they realize that the girl in the ponytail sipping the iced mocha is, in fact, who they thought. They'll yell my name and I'll look up in surprise, running across the walkway to hug them in elated joy. We'll spend the next hour talking, laughing and reminiscing, before I board to San Francisco and they to New York. But we'll always remember the hour when fate smiled on us in the airport. 

I've always wanted that to happen.