No one wanted to sit near her—but I decided to take the seat right beside her, wearing a calm smile and making polite conversation. She barely acknowledged me, too caught up in her own world.
Then, casually, I told her, “Hey, they just moved the Rome flight to gate 14B. You might want to hurry.” She didn’t even check the monitor—she just grabbed her bags, muttered about the airport being a mess, yanked her dog’s leash, and stomped off.
As she disappeared, the tension at the gate instantly lifted. People relaxed, smiled, and even the gate agent seemed relieved.
Quiet finally returned, broken only by soft laughter and grateful whispers.Sometimes, all it takes to restore peace is a little patience—and a well-timed nudge in the right direction.
