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Please Standby For Love by Lincøln

June 11th, 2007 12:21 AM

INSTRUCTIONS: Go to the airport. You'll know what to do.

OK. I have been intrigued by this task for quite some time, and reading them all, Anna One came as close to being pure and a winner in what I thought the task should be, and I wanted to do this, but I'm not in love. It may be quite some time before I ever will be in love, so I thought this task would be out of my reach. Because I want to stand by for love. I really do.

I even told friends I want to do this task, but don't know how. Even yesterday a couple fellow players went and did a task, and we talked about it. And I was sad that I would never get to complete the task (anytime soon), then today, C.M. the Gonzalez saw a picture I took in the airport on Friday as I was flying home, made some comment about it that was witty and clever, and retorted, not thinking about it. Then I started thinking about the girl in the picture.

I will tell you her story now.

I noticed her in the line that zigs and zags back and forth as you approach the "security" station there in Terminal C of Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, she was cute, so I tried to make eye contact because I like me some flirting. She avoided my eyes the whole time. Consciously. I had to go to secondary at the security station because of a number of reasons, most of which was I was using an expired ID, some lesser offenses were not wearing shoes and trying to smuggle two water bottles onto the plane (filled with water!). So while I'm sitting in the inspection area watching a large man poke and prod everything in my bag (by the way, nail clippers, a really big laptop, and a rope are all fine to bring onto an airplane but a bottle of water is just too dangerous), that very same cute girl comes and sits next to me with an unpleasant woman holding her bag. She begs and pleads with the woman to please let her go because she doesn't want to be late for a plane, it's important she says. I look at her and give her a calm, reassuring smile that lets her know I'm on her side and everything will work out. When the large man with his arm elbow deep in my belongings asks me why I was using an expired ID, I tell him my current one is in Los Angeles waiting for me, but since I wasn't planning on flying the plane, I didn't think I'd need it on this trip. And then I ask why it matters that it's expired. I tell him that an expired driver's license means that I'm not allowed to drive a class C motor vehicle, but as a form of ID, it can never expire. My identity is never going to expire. I am always going to be the guy on the ID. He can't explain himself. The cute girl looks at me for the first time. I look at her. Our eyes meet, we connect somehow, while neither of us have on shoes and both of our bags are being raped a few feet away. She asks me if I'm flying to Burbank, and I say that yes, I am. She says she is too. She fears she might be late for the flight, and her bag is just about ready and mine is large with many compartments, so she tells me that if I'm late she'll make them wait for me. She asks for my name and I tell her, she asks me for my last name and I tell her. Her bag is checked and deemed a non-threat and she is sent on her way. She runs off and I sit back and relax waiting for the large man to quit violating my bag. When he finally does, and I'm freed as an upstanding citizen just looking to get from one place to another, I walk to my gate. And there is the girl at the Southwest desk talking to the people there, I ask her if we missed our flight, and she tells me no, it's been delayed, they're switching out planes for whatever reason they switch out planes. So we begin talking and she tells me she needed to get here early because she was flying standby (I heard her say that and still didn't piece together that this task was even a vague possibility, because I wasn't flying standby nor in love). So I begin talking to her, and I will tell you what little I learned about her. She's young and brand new to being in love. She tells me of a perfect love that she has for some boy in Los Angeles that I will likely never meet. As I hear of this awesome love, I shock myself by not being jaded, by not thinking about how this love will end someday, how she will someday find some of those very charming and cute habits he has to be the most annoying things ever, how she will feel under-appreciated and neglected and either cheat on him or just leave him suddenly and tell him it'd been coming for years. No, I didn't see it that way, I saw it as very hopeful and inspiring. She was in love and as far as she or anyone could tell, it would last forever. I loved her for being so in love. And she needed to get to L.A. as fast as possible because this amazing love couldn't wait one more flight later. So she was flying standby for love. And while we waited for our plane to be exchanged, she went over to the window and called this great love of hers. Because she just needed to hear his voice. I actually got a little weepy.

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Standing by

Standing by

For love.

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posted by Murdoc on June 15th, 2007 10:31 PM

This is a very clever and very cute completion. It is a rare thing to truelly believe that someone is in love (or that thier love will stay) when they describe it to you... just for the simple fact that you felt her love was a genuine one I wish I could vote twice...

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posted by miss understanding on October 30th, 2007 8:19 AM

I have a thing for airports, I s'post you could call it a fascination. There are so many people coming and going, oftentimes never knowing each other, sharing moments. I feel the same way about hospitals, except that is much more intense as you have many people in a concentrated area sharing the same moments as they live and die.

This put a smile on my face this morning.

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posted by *la nerdrice* on November 27th, 2007 2:23 PM

and one on my face this evening.

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posted by Amoeba Man on October 5th, 2008 7:11 AM

This is simply spectacular.

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posted by Developer Pixie on March 2nd, 2011 12:31 AM

I'm commenting here to say hello! and that i miss you Lincoln. Perhaps we should talk sometime soon because i enjoy your company and influence in my life

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posted by Developer Pixie on March 2nd, 2011 12:35 AM

Also, i love this story. This will be me in two months