(I composed this in the Detroit airport, I believe.)
Here's to you travelers that move about the airport seemingly as comfortable as if it's your home, the men and women in black--maybe dark neutrals--you who strut about in leggings, heels or those Italian-leather loafers. You look so put-together toting your compact, roller carry-on. Perhaps you don't like bluetooth headsets (nor do I), but you'll have to get off your smartphone once the plane is ready to take off. The shudder of the aircraft as it leaves the ground doesn't startle you, you don't move a muscle as we land (somewhat precariously, I thought). In fact, traveling seems to bore you. You didn't even smile at the darling adopted Asian toddler, scampering around with a Winnie-the-Pooh blanket in tow. Maybe you were in the middle of a business deal on your Blackberry.
I find the airport a wonderful place for people-watching, especially characters like you. As I shove my orange Macbook into my very full backpack, I marvel at your carry-on: how does anything at all fit inside? I discover your secret as you claim three checked bags; one of leather, another possibly Burberry and one of those suitcases with a nice, hard outer shell. That must be where you keep your other pairs of leggings and more clothes, dare I suggest you have a non-black shirt in there?
I had to chug the rest of the water from my water bottle so I could bring it through security. You don't have that problem--you buy FIJI. I like those square bottles too, but I'd rather keep the three dollars in my wallet. I push aside the scarf spilling out of my Guatemalan purse to get to my book, wherever it's buried, while you easily peruse Kindle with your shiny iPad.*
This isn't to say you don't look cool. You do. Today, I find I'm wearing gray and black and even mascara. And I do apologize for getting pasty crumbs on you yesterday.
*EDIT (21/02/11): Proof of my ignorance: I was informed yesterday that a Kindle is in fact its very own piece of technology. Who knew? Not me.
1 comment:
Haha! Very nice. I love watching people in airports too, and "those" travelers always intrigue me. Air travel seems to be a very disheveling (is that even a word?) experience, yet they always look like cats that just finished grooming themselves -- not a hair out of place.
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