The Blonde's Philosophy on Airports.

Airports are funny places.
Have you ever gone to an airport, and really watched what is going on? I know it's hard when you are trying to keep track of your luggage, and your feet hurt, and you're afraid your gate got changed and you missed the announcement. I, for one, am always afraid about having to put my carry-on items on the counter/floor/hook in the sketchy bathroom. Because if someone takes your precious bag, it could very well end up across the world! It's not like losing your bag at the mall, where you could easily catch up with the thief.

But I digress.
Anyways, one time I was at the airport, I made a point to pay attention to the people. I was waiting to leave somewhere I wanted to stay, and I said goodbye to someone I didn't want to say goodbye to. The worst part was the three hours before takeoff; thinking and people watching and juggling my coffee, purse, and carryon. The armrest was digging into my ribcage and the high heels were really starting to dig into my feet and a great fear was starting to dig into my heart. And I started thinking that airports are similar to hospitals, in that they are pretty clear with their intention. Hospitals can be sad, where people are sick and die. Hospitals can be extraordinarily happy; a place where babies are born. Hospitals can be neutral, a place where you go to get better and hopefully never return. If you watch the people who mill around the baggage claim, it is interesting to watch their faces. I have never understood why two people greet each other with such lukewarm excitement, especially two people who appear that they are in love. I mean, your honey just got off an airplane! He's ok! And he's walking through a sea of people to find YOU and your smiling face!

So I have a philosophy about airports.
1. Never, ever drop someone off at the curb, unless they are going to seriously miss their plane, and only if you had something to do with them being late. (ie, spending too much time kissing goodbye.) And then you must apologize profusely.
2. Always arrive early enough to be found; sometimes cell phones don't work in the airport.
3. If you are the one flying out, and your ride offers to drop you off at the curb, make a mental note of it. It may mean nothing- or everything.

Airports are scary places. Maybe I'm the only one who does this, but whenever I fly I always imagine that it could be the end. Dramatic, I know. I pray during and after takeoff and I tell myself that I have Jesus if the plane goes down. I still get white knuckles. But when I get to where I'm going, I am so happy to see whoever I'm going to see. And you know what? You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you.

The end.