A Winding Road...

The only hitch in my flawless arrival was the really short layover. I didn’t know his could be a negative. I got off the plane and literally had five minutes to get to my connecting flight. This would have been fine if the Charlotte Douglas Airport wasn’t huge-normous.

And then I saw them. The moving walkways. In my mind, they have always been the epitome of a lazy, out of shape, sedentary generation. Yet they were my only chance of getting to my gate on time. So, swallowing my pride, I all but sprinted down those mobile floors.