I was supposed to start writing something interesting and introspective, commenting on how familiar I feel with travel, layovers, hours of isolation marked by useless conversations, and so on. But something much more interesting just happened as I sit here on the floor of a Chicago airport during a 2-hour-plus layover, laptop plugged into the wall and me writing out of boredom with emulation. An elderly Asian woman, slumped back in a wheelchair, was wheeled into the gate where I'm sitting. A young airport employee was very kind and spoke slowly, saying, "Just wait here until the men come to get you, OK? You have a nice day now." For a second, I was mistaking it for Southern hospitality. Thinking nothing of it, I went back to the computer, only to see 30 seconds later that the woman just got up out of her wheelchair and walked right off. Shopping bags in hand. In fact, she wasn't even elderly. I mean, this was on the same league as the Dane Cook rant about the guy who gets hit by a car and just walks it off. Except this woman didn't walk anything off except herself.