airports are where logic goes to die.
like the second you walk through the sliding doors, it’s just nuts. people suddenly forget how lines work. they just stand there in clusters like confused pigeons.
and every guy in cargo shorts thinks he’s the only one who’s ever had to take his laptop out of a bag.like bro this isn’t your first rodeo, why are you surprised
then there’s the sprinting dad.
always a dad. sprinting full tilt down the terminal like he’s trying to make the olympics but he’s also wheeling a suitcase that keeps flipping over. he’s sweating through a disneyland tee and yelling “go go go” to a family that is absolutely not going. i saw one dad yell “leave her!” about a six-year-old. i respect that level of commitment. honestly i do. he’s already emotionally boarded the plane without them
also can we talk about the gate change.
nothing on earth turns people into panicked animals like a gate change. they announce it and suddenly everyone’s looking around like they’ve never heard english before. you’d think the plane got moved to another continent.
relax man it’s just twelve gates down. you’re not hiking the appalachian trail. you’re walking past a cibo express and a massage kiosk
and the food. god. airport food pricing is entirely insane. i paid $18 for a yogurt and a bottle of water and didn’t even blink. it’s like once i’m past security i just accept that i live in a different economy now. like yeah sure i’ll trade my debit card for this sad sandwich. that’s just how things work here. it’s lawless. it’s a society built on broken dreams and gate anxiety
i think if i ever snap it’s gonna happen in a terminal. probably near a cinnabon