We were on our way home after a long two days at the Target HQ in Minneapolis. I was with two other bloggers, women who had become fast friends.
After making our way through the security checkpoint, we made a beeline for the first restaurant/bar we saw. It was almost dinnertime, but the airport was practically empty and the restaurant was as well.
Bags in tow, we waited for the hostess to seat us. Two older men sat at a table nearby in the bar area — men in suits, clearly businessmen enroute.
As I waited behind my friends, I could overhear the men talking. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but I overheard, “… girls …. ”
More mumbling and then ” …. Southern girls … ”
I am not accustomed to being the topic of male conversation, but I just knew they were talking about us. For one thing, we were the only “girls” in vicinity. And in my periphery, I could even see him looking our way.
I have no idea WHAT got into me. Honestly I do not make a habit of confronting strangers about … anything.
But before I had time to second-guess myself, I looked over my shoulder and looked Businessman #1 right in the eye with my best “Momma Look” and said with asperity, “We can hear you.”
And with that, I turned, squared my shoudlers and followed the hostess to the table she had prepared for us.
As I realized what I’d done, I was absolutely mortified. I sat down and started giggling nervously. I told the story to my friends, and we all shared a laugh. I don’t know what got into me!
We enjoyed wine and appetizers and dinner and then gathered our bags and smartphones and digital accoutrements and made our way to our gate.
Walking past the patrons sitting in chairs awaiting their call to board, I noticed a familiar looking suit.
As we made eye contact, I heard him say to his traveling companion, “Hey, that’s the girl who yelled at you in the restaurant!”
NO WAY! I couldn’t believe fate would have it that we’d cross paths again so soon.
Once again I threw caution to the wind and responded — this time with feigned indignance and a hint of a smile, “I didn’t yell. I simply made an observation.”
With that, he let down his guard and admitted sheepishly, “I was so embarrassed.”
I waved a hand like it was nothing, smiled and kept walking. I had no clue what else to say.
I made my way to the grouping of seats my friends had claimed and plopped down, laughing and relaying the story. We all got a good chuckle out of it, and fortunately, I never ran into him again.
But honestly, WHAT GOT INTO ME that night?
I do not recommend being sassy to outspoken men in airports (or anywhere, really). I must have been really tired to let down my guard. Fortunately he was good-humored, and I got a good story to tell out of it.
So the tongue also is a little member . . . how much wood is kindled by how small a fire! ~James 3:5