Several years ago around the holidays I was waiting for a delayed flight at the San Francisco airport. The airport was in complete chaos.
I was checking on my flight in the main terminal. The lines were long and people were pushing luggage carts creating an obstacle course. As I strategically weaved through the traffic of people I found myself in a bottleneck stand still.
I looked up and there was Helen Gurley Brown and her husband David. I recognized her immediately and smiled. She was slender and elegant. He was a gentleman in a dark suit and being very attentive to her.
We were standing next to each other waiting for the crowd to move. I said, “Ms. Brown, I love your suit.” It looked like Chanel with a Chanel bag on her shoulder. She smiled and asked my name. I remember she had a soft distinct voice. Ms. Brown then introduced me to her husband David.
We both smiled at the confusion and frustration of the crowded airport. I was holding a couple magazines and one was Cosmopolitan. I said it was an honor to meet her, as the crowd started moving.
We said goodbye and walked our separate ways. I was pleased to erase my airport frustrations and instead I was left with a serendipity memory.