Take tonight, for example. I'm feeling optimistic, a little hungry even, when I take my stance at Claim 13 and wait for my giant blue bag with bated breath. And then I look across the claim belt to see a reunited couple, her arms around his waist in that unmistakeable, "We've been apart too long so you're not going anywhere, buddy" sort of stance. I hear low voices to my left from another pair, arms planted firmly around each other and lost in the moment. I change my focus to the foreground of my vision. Another couple. Kissing. A flash of blue distracts me--my bag! With a mighty heave-ho, I drag my bag off the claim belt and through the crowd, out the door and onto the sidewalk waiting outside, where I am greeted by a Porsche drawing up to the curb. Feeling like a guy for a minute, I oogle at its smooth lines and auto-superiority...until its driver glides out of the car and is immediately swept up into an embrace by their significant other. Two nearby bomb-sniffing dogs bat their paws at each other in a playful little game. If I were in a Disney movie, this is when two butterflies would fly past, fluttering around each other in a show of Spring...or maybe just irony.
Somewhere around the terminal, and with a certain air of comic relief, a baby starts to cry.
Me too, kid, me too.