Scene at Moe’s in Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport
There’s a young woman, no older than 22, paying me more attention than usual. She’s a few tables away, wearing a multi-colored dress and far too many bracelets. I’m just trying to scarf down a burrito before boarding my flight to Illinois. No time for googley eyes.
A few minutes pass, and then…
“Can I put my hand on your knee?”
She’s asking the older man at the table between us. I can see that he’s bandaged up, but this seems out of the ordinary for conversation between two strangers. Even with hot sauce flowing freely.
He replies: “Umm, sure.” She scoots over, puts her hand on his injured knee, and starts praying. In the middle of the restaurant. In the middle of Concourse C. At the busiest airport in the world.
A hippie healing.
Well, perhaps not “hippie”, but healing none the less.
It’s a trap!
did he check to make sure he still had his wallet?
No time for googly eyes? You’re getting old, Adam.