I was at LAX chilling at my gate and starting to wonder why my flight hadn’t begun boarding. All of a sudden the man next to me asked, “Are you on the 2:30 flight?”. I said, “Yes” and he immediately responded saying, “We were at the wrong gate”.

The gate we were at was also going to Atlanta, but at 3:30. I always check my gate, I’m not sure how this happened, but I guess I was a bit “too relaxed”.

I had the perfect seat, was charging my phone, and peacefully enjoying my airport time, and then instantly felt panic. I went over to the right gate, and to my surprise, they hadn’t started boarding yet. I don’t know why I get so nervous about missing a flight. Maybe because it happened once or maybe because I’m scarred by Home Alone. Looking around lines are forming but for what exactly? They haven’t said anything yet. Something that really grinds my gears is hovering and airport lines give me a similar feeling. There were barely any seats, not even on the floor one against a wall, which is what I normally opt for when there isn’t a lot of time before my flight. I sit awkwardly behind a chair that is facing a window, so a very awkward spot to be squatting. After a minute of trying to convince myself “I’m fine, I’m not actually in the way, it doesn’t matter” but I gave into my anxiety and got up and looked for a seat. At the airport everyone wants space. Even when sitting at the gate people will put bags on the seats next to them just to avoid people. Knowing this, I was not excited to go find a seat so I looked for the safest person who I knew wouldn’t be mean to me. I spot a seat next to a little girl with a bedazzled backpack and her mom. I ask the mom if anyone is sitting there. She says no and I go ahead and sit down. The kid goes to her mom, “Wow she has such good manners did you see that” and the mom goes, “Yeah haha she was very polite” and I was thinking to myself, “Awwwwwwwwww they think I’m sweet”. The little girl is probs just learning to make sure she says please and thank you. This moment sounds weird but it was the sweetest. I then put back on my headphones and get ready to put music on. The little girl next to me asks, “Do you want a jolly rancher”. I thought to myself for a minute wondering if her mom was going to think it’s weird if I accept candy from her child, am I taking candy from a baby, is this acceptable? I surprise myself and say “oooo yes please I would love one”. She asks, “What flavor?” and I respond by telling her, “I’m good with whatever! I love all the flavors” while thinking to myself, “Ooo I hope I don’t get grape”. She pulls out a blue raspberry. How did she know that was my favorite!!! She was the sweetest ever; she talked to me, complimented me, and gave me the best jolly rancher flavor ever?!?? Wow!! Are you kidding? She’s awesome.