*author’s note: you may have noticed my last posted conversation with strangers is #63. self, you say, how did we go from #63 to #110? and i’d respond, i’ve got them all locked and loaded in a word document that may or may not (probably not) see the light of day. i don’t have time to post them all, but i wanted to resume this series, so i’m starting here in 2015…*
1.3.15 (at philadelphia airport)
security guard: miss mumford, hello. hey, do you happen to know the singer of this song?
me: no, i’m afraid i don’t.
SG: i thought you were too young to know. it’s karen carpenter.
me: oh! she has a lovely christmas album. my parents are big fans of hers.
SG: yes, that is a nice album. it’s a shame she died so young and of anoxeria.
me: very tragic.
as we smiled goodbye and i removed my coat, shoes, sweater, bracelet, etc. etc., i pondered the ways in which music touches us all.
the next security guard was also all about the conversations.
him: you have your big winter coat, i see.
me: yup. and i have another one in my checked bag.
him: so you’re from boston. okay, explain something to me.
me: *pulls on boots* okay.
him: they said the snow wouldn’t accumulate more than an inch an hour.
me: and how long is the storm supposed to last?
him: 7 hours.
me: so boston won’t get more than 7 inches.
him: why don’t they just say “a dusting” then?
me: because 7 total inches isn’t a dusting. it’s a fair amount. it’s just not a nor’easter or a blizzard.
with my knowledge dispensed and my shoes, watch, bracelet, sweater, scarf, and coat back on, i wished him a happy trip to boston since he’s got a ski trip scheduled for next week. who knew airports were so educational as well as functional?