As soon as the “fasten seat belts” sign went off, I hightailed it back to the restroom at the rear of the airplane; we had spent almost an hour on the tarmac awaiting takeoff. My wife and I were flying nonstop to Toronto, Ontario, to visit our daughter, son-in-law, and newborn grandson, Jonah.
“It’s occupied,” smiled the young woman as I approached the only restroom, “and if it’s all right with you, I promised Markie he could go next.” She was sitting in the last row with her little boy.