The title pretty much says it all, doesn’t it? Would it alarm you for me to say I enjoy airports? I enjoy them mostly because it means I am going somewhere that is too far to drive, which means it usually isn’t Oklahoma, Missouri, or Kansas. Which then ultimately means that I am going somewhere AWESOME. Today my travels are taking me to Anaheim for a 4 day weekend with my aunt. I think I already explained our plans for being creepy adults in my previous post, so I won’t go into any more details other than that right now.
Another thing I like about airports is the people watching. You get to watch people be bored, eat junk food, yell at their traveling companions, and talk to strangers. Doesn’t get more awkward than that. And here you are, having a front seat to it all, thanks to the human condition to arrive at the airport no less than 90 minutes before your flight. You know, just in case you flight is early (yeah right) or “something” else happens. I don’t know what this “something” else is but I know that people worry about it—a lot.
I’m sitting in the Phoenix airport now and they oversold my flight. Hmm, we’ll see how this goes. I just want to be in California!