14 people were waiting for the shuttle to take us to the plane. 13 were all furiously thumbing away on their various phones. For once I was not. My phone had died so I had to stand and pretend calmness with myself and my environment. Bored, my other self watched my ridiculous act. I actually started to rock. Perhaps I felt gentle swaying would display profound knowledge of bikram balance. I then began to clean my specs only to realize I was using the scarf of a fellow unknown traveler. He was less than pleased.
The 7 minutes were endless. What is there to do while waiting for a plane, accompanied by strangers, and without the welcome glow of your blackberry? It was an intriguing, and unexpected, predicament.
And then… I recalled my practice of biomimicry. I looked around for the genius of nature only to be confronted with 100 percent man made objects. I couldn’t see the sky due to the coach’s ceiling and the area around our airport trees had been replaced by the loveliness of tarmac. The only flowers I could see were the floral spots on one of my companion’s shirts. Lovely.
There was little nature to emulate and the clicking of fingers-on-blackberries now seemed louder than ever. I could only imagine what relationships, information, and connections they were all making while I stood idle. I began to feel anxious and, as the only “unplugged” one among us, began fidgeting.
My rocking had begun to annoy my “crowd.” I began a sneezing fit instead. Immediately I had an additional 3 feet available around me as my crowd had instantly labeled me with H1N1. That did not take long.
Moral of this story: Life without digital chatter is extinct so best to travel with 2 sets of phone batteries, unless the runway you are sitting on is on the dust trails in Zimbabwe or Parrot Cay.