An Airport Conversation

Somewhere deep within the bowels of O'Hare International Airport (formerly known as Orchard Field Airport, and increasingly formerly and informally known as Douglas Airport) there was a phone conversation that took place. There are thousands of phone conversations that take place, most of them never eavesdropped upon. This could be due to the careful consideration on the part of the callee, or the wild inconsideration of the achy clumsy masses loudly fighting the soundwaves around the miserable portal to the sky.

But I was in the fortunate position of: Uncomfortably Slouched One Seat To The Left from a Blissfully And Wonderfully Loud Person; I had no choice but hear one of the ten thousand buzzing calls leaving O'Hare International Airport at 1300 hours, on April 23rd, 2013. It was a simple conversation, but one that has haunted the outskirts of my thoughts years:

"I just feel bad that I left you alone"

"Actually, I feel terrible that I left you alone"

"You needed to be alone?"

"Okay."

"Are you running?"

"You're just exercising the hell out of yourself"

"I just feel bad that I left you alone"

"You needed to be alone?"

"Okay."

"Okay."