I was taking the Atlanta to Bentonville, AR flight several weeks ago intending to do business with Wal-Mart. When I got to the gate, my usual people-watching hobby kicked in. I noticed an animated woman who seemed to be doing all she possibly could to get the attention of this man. I noticed they both had wedding rings (hers a whopping diamond) but did not seem to be married to each other.
As fate would have it, when I boarded, I saw them seated in seats 7A and 7B while I was in 7C across the aisle. Soon a lady approached them and the man in 7B offered her his first class ticket, pointed to some papers saying “do you mind, we’re planning on doing some business.” She accepted and the proffered papers promptly disappeared.
Now started my “show.” I found myself in shock at the blatant sexuality this woman (7A) expressed in trying to “capture” the attention of the man (7B). She really didn’t say much of value but was very physical. She had long hair which she tossed making sure it fell on him; she moved the armrest up so there was nothing between them ensuring she was touching him. She had a loose, knit, beach dress and wore a little jacket over it – I guess the “business” touch. She bent down frequently ensuring her neckline gaped open and often hiked her dress up, one time even doing so to point out birthmarks on her thighs.
I noticed 7B, uncomfortable at first and hesitant, even twisting his wedding ring. So I started praying that he would stay strong. Wanting todo something, I tore a piece of paper and wrote the following on it: "Don’t destroy your marriage for someone who doesn’t respect you. Yesterday she was with someone else, today with you, tomorrow with someone else. Your wife and kids deserve better!!” Later I added, “It’s a setup” at the beginning of the note because of the determination with which the woman operated.
As the flight progressed, the man was losing control and soon I saw his hand on her thigh. She said, “I know what we should do tonight – we should go dancing.” My prayers were now in high gear… As God works, here comes some turbulence. With an extra dip, we are all on high alert and I made eye contact with him saying “whoa.” In a couple of minutes, I started the following conversation...
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Too many of us would've turned the other way, too many of us would have declared the situation none of our concern, too many of us would've kept silent. And way too many of us would've applauded those reactions.
What would you have done?
Me? Sadly, probably nothing.
We need more Marisa Pereiras in the world.