In September this year, Mahshid Mazooji missed her connecting flight in Charlotte. Now, missing a connecting flight is among the most rage-inducing things that humankind has invented. But what did Ms. Mazooji do when this befell her? Did she slam her suitcase to the ground and yell spittle-flecked invective at the lady at the gate telling her ‘Madam, I’m sorry, but I don’t make the rules.’ Did she go to the nearest overpriced bar to anger-chug a goblet of gin? Did she methodically and secretively deposit poop in every bin in or near the perfume section of duty free?
Did she heck.
She grabbed her camera, put on her dancing shoes, and then she boogied on down to Lionel motherfucking Richie with airport staff:
God bless you Ms. Mazooji. I think you make a strong case for a missing part of Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
If you can miss a connecting flight at Charlotte
And choose to boogie, not to hate
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: