On this journey struggling to be just a little bit more toward the center of the wildebeest herd (See Crouton Lady post), I’m pleased to say that while waiting for a flight which was two hours late in arriving at DFW where I was to pick it up–then another hour and a half late because of a terrorist alert which closed off that plane’s arrival gate, then after the flight attendants walked off saying, “Oh, no, there’s supposed to be another crew for this leg to Austin–and waiting another hour for the flight attendants–

I did not get arrested.    I behaved and thus did not identify myself as an emotional straggler on the edges of the herd.  (One man was not so “lucky.”  Hint, don’t say certain words to TSA employees who are cordoning off an alert area. 

However, as I was (horrors) computer-less and bored,   I wandered in and out of the shops so many times I am pretty sure I was taken for a shoplifter.