First things first… Whenever I get on an early Monday or late Friday flight, I always feel like the least well dressed business traveller. My neighbor is dressed to the nines in a fancy suit. The guy at the aisle is too. Half of the people getting on the plane look like they hopped out of a catalog. Me? A Grover tshirt, shorts, my tennis shoes, and headphones in my ears.
Also, I’m not carrying my own coffee or dragging my luggage through the airport. I’m clearly not trying to be awake or shave 5 minutes off my airport exit time when I get where I’m going. Maybe I’m not in a hurry.
The phrase in my head is course correction. Outside my comfort zone? Pull back. Say something I think was a little ( or a lot) too forward? Clam up.. Keep things on the surface.. Eliminate subtext and innuendo.
Door closed.. Time to go.. Thoughts cut short.