“You are going to Beirut?” The guy at the ticket counter seemed surprisingly surprised.
“Yes,” I said. I guess I’m a little surprised, too.
“You will get your bag in Beirut,” he said, as if he expected me to jump ship in Amman. You have to go to Beirut if you want your suitcase, he seemed to say.
I hear the TSA guy shouting to the people ahead of me, something about shoes. I finally figure out that he is telling them to NOT put their shoes in the plastic bin but just to leave them on the belt. So, when I slip off my shoes I carefully place them BESIDE the bin.
“Thank you for putting your shoes outside the bin,” he says.
“Only because I heard you telling the others,” I say.
“But I’ve been saying that all day, and you’re the first person to do it the right way,” he insists.
I wonder how many times a day he says it.
Flight attendants are closing overhead bins so I will lose phone privileges soon.
Good night. God is good.