Movies and television are okay, but if you really want entertainment, just look around at the people that we rub shoulders with everyday. Life itself is the greatest entertainment there is. But you’ll miss a lot of life and people if you’re never willing to take some risks. Some of the best memories in my life are when I was willing to take a risk with people (like here, here, and here). If you’ll open your eyes, and take some risks, you might meet some amazing people …. like the cheese lady …
Last week while flying back from Miami, I sat next to a lady on the plane who during the flight grabbed her huge purse and pulled out a big block of cheese wrapped in clear saran wrap. Yea, cheese! I tried hard to watch her without her knowing that I was. Questions immediately started rushing through my mind like… “Who carries a block of cheese in their purse … on a plane. What is she going to do with this cheese? And, isn’t cheese supposed to be refrigerated? How long has this been in her purse?” No sooner than I had finished asking myself these questions, she looked at me and said, “Would you like some cheese?”
I was totally caught off guard. I looked at her and said what I figured anyone else would say, “Sure, I’d love some cheese.” I guess since there is a no-knife-rule on planes, she broke me off a hunk with her hands and said, “Here you go.” Then she broke off a piece of cheese for herself and started to eat t00. We smiled at one another while eating our cheese. I finally broke the silence by saying, “Tastes a little like mozzarella.” She shook her head and simply said, “Yea, I guess it does.”
She then grabbed her huge purse again and excitedly said, “Would you like to read my magazine?” I smiled again between bites of cheese and said, “Sure. Thanks.” I was curious to see what kind of magazine a woman who carries cheese in her purse would have. She handed me her TIME magazine to go with my cheese.
There I sat 30,000 feet above the ground, eating cheese with a total stranger. We chit-chatted for the rest of the flight and in no time we were landing in Dallas. Before we exited, I thanked her for sharing her cheese and magazine. She smiled and said, “Anytime.”
Silly me … I had worried all morning about what I was going to do to entertain myself during a two-and-a-half hour flight. Had I only known I was going to sit next to a kind lady with a purse full of cheese, I wouldn’t have worried a bit. That, my friends, was pure entertainment.