Dear People in the Hotel Shuttle Van,

I know that you are rich, white people of moderate good looks. I know that this has probably made you used to just sort of getting what you want and just expecting things to be about you and only you. 

However, when you are late for the van that is bringing you AND OTHER HOTEL GUESTS to the airport where everyone must get to their airplane flights ON TIME, it would be cool if:

1. The first of your party of four didn’t show up to the shuttle three minutes late and then tell the shuttle driver you have “One more,” when you actually have three more and they are scattered throughout the hotel.

2. Didn’t yell at the youngest member of your party for making everyone late when he was the second person in the family in the shuttle.

3. Didn’t forget for ten minutes that people have cell phones exactly for this reason - tracking each other down when making EVERYONE in the shuttle late to the airport.

4. Didn’t finally get everyone in the shuttle 22 minutes late and have changed your clothes in this time somehow magically even though you were “really looking for everyone."

5. Didn’t keep saying over and over again, “It’s a good thing we already checked in. It’s a good thing we already checked in” when other people haven’t ... you know... checked in... because they were on time to the shuttle and expected everything to be fine.

6. You actually apologized for making everyone late. 

Yeah. Shuttle People, you have made me cranky. That’s actually super hard to do. I can totally understand confusion and tardiness. I can’t understand thinking that the only people who matter are you and your people. It’s not cool. It’s how hate starts. It’s how wars start. It’s also how assault occurs in airport shuttles. 

Oh, and stop yelling at your kid. He was the only one mortified by the whole thing. He is the only one who still has some compassion left. Try not to scream it out of him, okay? And yes, I did slip him a $20 and tell him to be strong. He’s going to need to be. He is only 9 and he has to live with you. I am ancient and I could barely stand you for 30 minutes. I don’t know how he will make it to 18.

Sincerely,

Me, the invisible person (it seems) who was also in that hotel shuttle.