Am at the Philadelphia airport. Long layover. The gate area where I was sitting cleared out. I was alone. And then this little mouse ran out from under the heater at the edge of the window. It started looking around for crumbs, but sadly, there were few. It returned to its hiding spot beneath the heater. I know what it feels like to be in an airport without nourishment. So I took out a packet of cashews, crushed up a couple, and scattered them around the carpet. Sure enough, the mouse re-emerged, and after a little hunting around, came across the cashew bits. It picked up one of the smaller ones and carried it off quickly. Over the course of the next twenty minutes it returned a dozen times, along with a slightly smaller friend/sibling/mate/child, and removed every morsel. So yes, I might have wished for a shorter layover. But if my flight had left on time, I would've missed this experience, which clearly has brought me a rather large morsel of joy.