“Enough already! Let it go!” That’s what this motivational speaker had to repeatedly remind myself as I watched the airport parking shuttle driver zip by me curbside. What?! C’mon, it was 10:37 pm on a Monday night! It’s not like the sidewalk was crammed with bodies blended together. I called the garage and specifically SAID I was in front of Terminal 2 with luggage in hand. How could the driver possibly miss my flabby, flaring, frantically waving arms?
Even whipping out my cellphone, hitting redial and letting dispatch in on the dis, didn’t change the fact only one shuttle was operating that evening, and I would have to wait. It didn’t matter that my car had been parked in that same garage over the past few months more often than my own. It didn’t matter that I was exhausted from another East Coast turnaround that turns around my body clock. It didn’t matter that I still wouldn’t be home after leaving the parking garage for another 35 plus minutes.
What mattered was my attitude. “Enough already. Let it go!”
So I did. Pulled out a magazine I’ve been carrying with me for 2 months that never got opened, gave appreciation for being dressed warmly and sat down to read with tired eyes.
Thirty-five minutes later the driver pulled up, jumped out and said, “I’m sorry.” Fortunately, I was able to softly say, “You must have a lot on your mind. I’m glad you’re here now.”
He opened up the front rather than the side panel door to climb in. Back on the road side by side, he told me his dog died the day before.
Looks like we’re both learning how to let go.