- Oct 17, 2017
Morning flights always mess up my post-coffee routine so I usually end up making a nest and doing my business in airport bathrooms prior to takeoff. This morning, as I was doing my thing, the guy next to me started tennis-grunting and pounding on the wall that divided our stalls. I watched his shadow for a bit to make sure he wasn’t in serious distress. It seemed normal and after 5 or so minutes he stopped. I finished up, bussed my table and as I stood up, he stood up at exactly the same time. Our eyes met over the divider wall for what seemed like a solid two or three seconds. From the bridge of his nose up, he was an elderly black man with piercing hazel eyes. It’s all I see now when I close my eyes.