I love surprises.
Which is why I have a much higher tolerance than the average person for airports, Walmarts and friends who suck at planning.
Are you groaning? You must be one of those people who excel at spreadsheets, cross-country road trips and planning your social calendar months in advance.
As I write this post, I am sitting in one of the world’s busiest airports. I took a car to get on a bus that took me to a train so I could board a plane. I’ve been run into thus far by a two-foot-tall Disney princess and a man who looked like he was trying to move house via a major airline. I’ve had a piss-poor egg sandwich and mediocre coffee.
But I’m still smiling.
You know why?
Because I love the element of surprise.
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