Terminal Time

You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

What would you do if you were at the airport and you realized none of your electronic devices is working?  Run around like a mad zombie trying to figure out what’s going on.  Your entire world is going to come crashing in on you.  You can’t check your email you can’t check your voice-mails, you can’t do anything; life is ending as you know it.

However, if you’re a sane person, like me, whose cell phone spends 95% of the time sitting on his desk, and he only checks once or twice a day then, “YOU PEOPLE WATCH.” It’s better than the mall.

That’s right; I people watch.  The airport is the best place to watch people.  You never know what you’re going to see at the airport.  From the gentleman that’s wearing a three-piece suit. Looks like it cost $10,000, and a beer belly is sticking out so the shirt won’t tuck in the pants. To the woman with a big butt, spandex showing every crack in her body and tight fitting tube top, with rollers in her hair; there all at the airport.  You have the mother pushing a stroller down the terminal, with twins, and you wonder if she’s headed for your plane.  You consider visiting the check-in desk and find out where she is on a plane and see if you can move if she’s sitting, God forbid, next to you.  Then there is the woman that walks down the terminal in 6-inch or 8-inch heels, dressed to the Max, beautiful as hell, and you hope that she is on your flight sitting next to you.  Hello, that never happens.

Soon, you start thinking, do I want to take this flight.  You hope that it’s overbooked, and they’re going to offer some fantastic deal to give up your seat.  But no, the way it always works out, you’re sitting next to a woman with the twins and 3 rows up your friend is sitting with the most beautiful woman on the plane. And you have to watch him hitting on her for two, long, hours.

I’ve even taken pictures of them as they walk by so I can show them to my wife when I get home.  We have a good laugh.  Then she makes me destroy them.  I guess the last thing you would want is to open your phone up one day and have somebody look at some of these pictures and start accusing you of who knows what.

But they do make for a good laugh.