This is a pitiful example of this aspect for anyone but me, but with a natal Twelfth house Sun and Jupiter in Virgo at the end of the Fifth, I don't think there can be any too spectacular a manifestation. Happy and content with whatever comes my way, I humbly accept my lot in life and am grateful for whatever crumbs are thrown my way...
Now that I fly with the Sweet Pea, I can't use self-service check in and have to go to the counter. Palm Springs with a layover at O'Hare, and was scheduled for an 8:30 p.m. flight to La Guardia. We got to Chicago at 7:30, and when I checked the departures board I saw there was also an 8:00 p.m. scheduled. By that point the Sweet Pea had been in his box since noon, and while he wasn't complaining, being heavily sedated with Rescue Remedy, he'd had a rough week, what with a ten hour drive on Sunday and then being shut in one room for three days, as the last time he stayed at John's he killed all the house plants by using their containers as a litter box.
The 8:30 gate was deserted, not even an agent behind the counter, and with great daring and behaving like the born American I'm not, I went to the gate for the 8:00 flight and asked if there was a window or aisle seat available. With a Capricorn Mid-heaven, I don't like to break the rules, so this was a true departure from my normal way of being in the world.
The agent managed not to break out in hysterical laughter and said, yes, there were plenty of seats, where would I like to go?
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