people-watch at the airport

the arrivals were considerably more interesting than the departures. do it.

Beach Boy just walked by. Untucked white collared shirt with thin, thin gray stripes, long baggy khaki shorts (About 3-4 inches past his knees.), black flip-flops, a pair of sunglasses hanging from his left breast pocket. One shade darker than bleached blonde hair, long and curly. One back bag, a black rolling suitcase. The glasses didn’t have any frames and the lenses were this sort of light pink mixed with purple…

Okay, just ran into him while trying to buy 2 AA’s, which they didn’t have of course. He bought a Butterfinger, what looked like a pack of Nerds, and a Vanilla Coke. Turns out he was wearing khaki fabric flip-flops (They looked like that woven fabric stuff.), and the lenses of the sunglasses were a dark blue, no purple at all. Must have been the light. Or maybe I was just thinking of J-Lo.

He paid for his sugar high with a credit card. Way to disappoint me, beach guy… You’re supposed to be all laid back and stuff. You’re not supposed to be responsible and get monthly bills. If you’re going to have responsibility, cut your hair. Long beach hair or a credit card – pick one, cuz you can’t have both.

I love the airport. I have a great time looking at everyone and wondering what their story is. You see such a range of emotions and personalities there. I can spend hours watching everyone.
Standing at the arrivals area is uplifting when you see how happy people are to be reunited.

especially over the last week I have been doing this…In fact, as I’m writing this I’m sitting in the airport right now. (tip for travellers: bring your freaking labtop as a carry-on if you have long layovers! soooo worth it!).
but no, seriously. i had to be here like 10 hours before my flight leaves cos my sister’s flight left earlier and my grandparents didn’t want to drive twice. (understandable, they are old)
I think I set the record for amount of continuous time spent in a coffee shop – this morning I spent SEVEN HOURS in starbucks. It is in the airport, and saw an assortment of people pass through…right now I can see the people who are getting off planes and the people who are going towards their gates. People seem a lot more excited as they are leaving, but become confused when they see me through the glass window staring at them. Again, understandable.
I advise you: no need to talk to the people you are watching. people at the airport are especially strange and sleep-deprived, and you will get freaked out. example: on my way to florida I was sitting next to a guy in the lounge. after a while (during which I had not talked to him or made contact in any way) he abruptly got up, picked up his bags, turned to me and said “sorry to leave you but I have to” and walked away…

last night at midnight, alex and i went to the airport. everything was closed, and because of 9/11 we couldn’t go past security to any of the gates. so that kind-of sucked. and limited our adventures. and since it was late, there weren’t many people milling about. but eventually! i swear!