"Too few people understand a really good sandwich." -- James Beard

"Is anyone sitting here?"

I looked up from my delicious tomato, mozzarella and pesto sandwich at the guy interrupting my solitary reverie and then at the other empty chairs in the airport food court.  I looked back at him, shrugged and said, "Nah, go ahead," and turned back to my food.

"Okay, great.  There aren't a lot of places to sit and I couldn't tell if this one was taken."

I pulled the sandwich out of my mouth, glanced at the laptop case slung over the back of my chair and then at my purse right in front of me, only taking up the room in my immediate area.  "Nope, you're good."

I spent the next five minutes in culinary bliss as I reacquainted myself with my Caprese on a french baguette when-

"So, where are you headed?"

**With my mouth full, I took a look at this person who insisted on keeping me from my lunch.  He couldn't have been more than 19 and his faux hawk and black and purple checkered scarf taunted me while I struggled to chew.

"Indianapolis."

For the next five minutes, this chatty little upstart from Columbus, Ohio's School of Art and Design (shocking, I know) continued to ask me questions regarding where I'm from and what I'm doing there and then to make long, philosophical and insightful comments about my answers.

My favorite part of our interaction was when I told him what I'm studying in school and he responded with, "Wow.  I hope you don't party too hard!"

I wanted to say, "How old do you think I am, Potsie?", but it would have been rude and I knew he wouldn't get the reference.  So, instead I simply replied, "I don't really do that."

Eventually, because he made a lot of words, I was able to finish, though not enjoy, the rest of my sandwich.  I had plenty of time before my next flight, but I (none too subtly) checked the time on my phone and excused myself.

Even though I had another 3 hours before my flight, there was a Ben and Jerry's at the end of Concourse B that was calling my name.


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**Note to Future Husband- if you want a shot with me, don't interrupt me while I'm eating.