12/20: New person. Who is your unsung hero of 2009?
Our flight from Cleveland to Hartford boards in forty-five minutes. D and I are both run down and L needs a nap as well as dinner.
I pass a row of newspapers held anonymously in the air. They fold and crinkle in the air.
It's either nuts and water or bagels for dinner, I choose the second.
I stand in line behind a row of six people.
The line is long enough for me to change my order several times before I place my order.
"Can I get a number four, with no cheese?"
"But it comes with cheese," she says.
"I know, but can you please leave the cheese off. I want a toasted whole wheat bagel, butter, and eggs," I say.
"Well, we're still gonna have to charge you for that."
"Okay, that's fine," I say, "just no cheese."
She mutters something else about the cheese then puts the bagel in the toaster.
I walk over to the cash register.
"What you get?"
The first cashier whispers to her that even though I ordered no cheese I am to be charged full price. I admire her no nonsense attitude.
I pay for the order and before I pick up the bag, she puts a bag of potato chips in it.
"Those are on me," she says, "you know I'm not supposed to do this, but I'm going to anyway."
"Thanks, it will be our secret," I say and turn and walk away.