An early morning flight last week necessitated a trip to Starbucks at LAX. I'm not a big consumer of Starbucks. I probably only drink one or two cups per year.
I was planning to buy the cup of coffee and return to the gate and wait for my flight. I bought the coffee, looked around. An oasis of purple velvet flooded my peripheral vision. Three purple velvet chairs were in the corner. One was vacant and called my name. Yum. To sit in/on velvet is a luxury.
The chair was big; wide and tall. Almost a loveseat. As I wheeled my carry on suitcase over and sat down with an "ahhhh", I noticed that the other two chairs were occupied by women about my age. The purple velvet must appeal to our socio-economic group. Or, maybe no one else is dumb enough to be at the airport that early.
I spent an hour in that chair, luxuriating in the comfort, security and calm that it provided.
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