I’m used to a certain kind of treatment when I come into town to visit Xavier. Usually, I was greeted by a driver, but if Xavier was available, he’d always wait for me right after security.
So after finally accepting Ben’s invitation to visit him this weekend, I’m surprised to find neither as I descend the escalator into arrivals. No Ben and no driver holding my handwritten name on a sign. He said he’d handle everything, including meeting me at the airport.
Maybe Ben’s at baggage claim? I check the overhead screen and find my designated baggage carousel. I still see no one. As I wait for the luggage to arrive, I pull out my phone, but there’s no text message from Ben.
Finally, the conveyor belt starts moving and all the passengers from my flight descend as though we’re at the doors of W
