hartsfield-jackson atlanta international airport

scene: sunday evening, 9pm, atlanta airport.

the atlanta airport is structured such that there are six terminals plus a baggage claim/ticketing area that all run parallel to one another.  to get from terminal to terminal you can walk or take a little train.  the train has probably six cars and comes every 2 minutes or so.

(if you are ever in the atlanta airport and have some free time, i recommend checking out terminal E - the best food is there, plus a legit mini museum with MLK and civil rights artifacts in it.  i will go to terminal E even if my flight is leaving from a different terminal.  they have a qdoba.  i can't stop myself.)

when flying into atlanta from newark on sunday night, my plane disembarks in terminal A, so i walk to the train and proceed to take it two stops to baggage claim.  of all of the trains running on sunday evening, each two minutes apart, and of all the cars on the train i got on, i step into one car on one train and standing six feet away from me are katie and dylan, two friends from work.

um, excuse me?

what a happy small world moment.

(i would also like to give a shout out to the atlanta airport for how efficient their security screening process is.  IT IS THE BEST ONE EVER.  there are so many people going through atlanta (it is the busiest airport in the world), that they have the process down pat.  there are a gillion different x-ray machines, so each line is pretty short, and the security screeners are pros.  it is efficient.  it is awesome.  and it feels FAIR - i never feel like i've picked the long line and am wasting my time.  all the lines move very fast.  and this makes me happy.  come - enjoy our security screening.  we are pros down here.)

bonus points for you if you know who hartsfield and jackson were...