My Airport Fantasies

Have I ever mentioned my two airport fantasies?  I haven't?  Really?  Well then, let me share.

I thought about my fantasies as I flew to Alburquerque on Sunday (on my way to Durango, Colorado.)  I'll write about my winter holiday soon - promise.  

My first fantasy is one I've had for as long as I've been an adult.  When I'm walking to my gate or sitting at my gate, I fantasize about happening upon one of my old boyfriends who is also flying off somewhere.  I imagine his eyes pop out as he recognizes me after he's given me the once over.  Stunned, he comes to me, gives me a bear hug, and tells me how great I look.  He, on the other hand, has gained 25 pounds, looks like he's slept in his clothes, and hasn't changed his hairstyle since 1988.  

After a brief What have you been up to for the last ... years catch up, he confides that I was the one that got away and that my husband of 24 years is one lucky som-bitch.  At that moment I hear that my plane is boarding.  I put out my hand, we shake, and I leave, but not before noting a sad look of regret in his eyes.

I have to admit, even as I wrote that I realized I'm some therapist's wet dream.  If you've got thoughts about what a therapist might tell me, go ahead and write them out in the comments section.  I may first need to get a drink before I read them.  I have a feeling they may not be all that flattering.  Would it help if I mention I'm generally a really nice person?  No?  Well, damn.

Okay, here's my second airport fantasy.

I'm walking to the gate and slow down at one of the book/magazine shops along the way.  Low and behold on one of the stands at the front of the shop is my book!  I can die now.  I've seen my book in the airport and my biggest dream has been realized.

Yes, it's true.  I will gauge my success as an author not by the number of books I sell or by the number of kind e-mails I receive from my readers.  My success will be gauged by seeing my book in the airport.  

I know.  I know.  This is a stupid fantasy.  Hell, they both are.  But they're mine for some reason or another.

I've shared mine.  Do you have any airport fantasies??