So I missed my connection in Minneapolis by 3 minutes and am now stuck here overnight and I just want to get home to my family and I hate airports and etc., and I was starting to feel pretty sorry for myself when I noticed the airport bookstore had my books. So I went in, signed them. and chatted with the bookseller there, who was lovely and funny and sympathetic. Obviously it was nice to see the books, but it was the pleasant conversation with a stranger that really pulled me out of myself, and as a result, a long night became bearable. So tonight I give thanks for kind strangers, and hope that I can be one each time the opportunity arises.