An appropriate Booking Through Thursday today, not only because of the Mayday = panic, but because I’m flying off to Northern Ireland tomorrow, for a friend’s wedding…
Quick! It’s an emergency! You just got an urgent call about a family emergency and had to rush to the airport with barely time to grab your wallet and your passport. But now, you’re stuck at the airport with nothing to read. What do you do?? And, no, you did NOT have time to grab your bookbag, or the book next to your bed. You were . . . grocery shopping when you got the call and have nothing with you but your wallet and your passport (which you fortuitously brought with you in case they asked for ID in the ethnic food aisle). This is hypothetical, remember….
Well, it is entirely out of character for me to go anywhere without a book. I took one walking with my friend a while ago, who was not comforted by my rationale “Well, if you fall and break a leg, I’ll have to do something while I wait with you.” But I will stretch the mind… what would I do?
I assume the airport bookshop only has aptly named ‘airport novels’? Not sure I could force my way through one of them. Perhaps I’d stock up on magazines, and play games in my head, like how many novels by Dickens I can think of in three minutes, or protagonists for every letter of the alphabet. Or perhaps I’d become the only person engrossed with the Saftey Information… Hmm.
This exercise has made me more determined than ever to have a book at all times. Now I’m going to choose the ones to accompany me to Northern Ireland tomorrow.