I’m sitting here on the tiniest plane I’ve seen in a long while on my way to the typeamom conference.
(seriously tiny plane. I will fly on anything—I love to abdicate control that way—and this thing gives *me* pause. The upside is the mixture of, uh, scents from the various & sundry foods on board is so noxious I’m pretty confident no one will notice when I crack open my beef jerky. That’s a big upside as Ren Man can attest…)
Anyway, as soon as we were all seated the pilot came on and announced that someone had left her Blackberry in the tinyterminal.
No identification on it and please to come to cockpit and claim.
No one claimed. Doors shut.
(you can guess where I’m going with this…)
As soon as the doors to the gate shut a man seated near me yanked off his ear buds & announced in a panic: I left my Blackberry in the terminal!
The stewardess came back to his seat and politely informed him that they’d announced about the Blackberry, he’d not claimed it, and the device was now back in the terminal. The doors had been shut and that was that.
He was heading to Asheville & his smartphone—-mere yards away—-was staying in Houston.
The man explained he’d not heard the announcement (there had been a few) & the stewardess explained, again, his Blackberry would be staying in Houston while we headed for Asheville.
The whole tiny plane listened to the exchanged and it was pretty clear from the looks on everyone’s faces we all felt for the man.
How many phone numbers did we have typed into our devices and not memorized.
How many ‘important’ emails did we have to read rightuptilltoldtoturnoffourdevice?
How would we fare if we knew that, potentially for days, we’d have no cell, text, little-Internet device, etc.etc.?
And, in almost a literal way, we all held our collective breath to see how he’d respond.
The man slid back into his seat, sighed, and announced:
Well I guess I’m taking a real vacationvacation now!**
Even with my focus on being far less plugged-in during non-work hours I admired his reaction.
I thought about how I’d have reacted (I even tried to lie to myself a bit & pretend Id have freaked out because of my MamaNeed to know how the Tornado was doing) and I’m not certain Id have been as, well, zen about the whole incident.
As I type this with my thumbs and mull it over yet again I’m curious if I’m alone In thinking I’d have had a panic-attack of sorts and, if I’m not, what this says about (the royal plural) me.
It’s all interesting food for thought as I head to a conference all about being plugged IN, social media, & searching for that elusive life-balance.
**By way of full disclosure the gentleman did proceed to get pretty drunk during tinyplane’s flight to N.C., but there’s always the chance that would have happened regardless….right?