Airports and I have a love hate relationship. They love to make life difficult and I hate them for it. However, people-watching in an airport is unique and entertaining. The last big trip I took I spent quite a bit of time laughing outloud at people...while trying to avoid snide looks and glares. But it is difficult not to, let's say "appreciate" the style sense and comfort levels of mixed-pot crowds we encounter. I think I'll start with Mr. Beach-Business Man. He sported the lovely Hawiian patterened boardshort, with a poly-cotton blend collared polo...tucked in of course. He accessorized with a fashionable blue tooth and a leather briefcase, while biskly walking in flip flops. VOGUE should difinitely seek him out.
In addition to appreciating the many fashions, I also noticed the space consuming monster...know as the "Personal Bubble". I was reminded of the "Bubble Boy" episode from Seinfeld. For a few brief moments I pictured an airport full of people in physical personal bubbles, rolling around and bumping into each other like the ultimate mix of Gladiators and Bumper Cars. Three men took up 7 chairs; butts on one seat, book on the other and carry-on parked in its own space in front of the 3 chair. Maybe people like to take up extra space in the airport because they know their bubbles will be invaded upon mearly entering the jetway.
Airports do, however, seemed to be a cultural equalizer. Everyone has to have a boarding pass. Everyone have to take their shoes off. Everyone has to roll their own personal bubble to their personal uncomfortable chair. Then Everyone has to POP their bubble to enter the jetway and board the plane. Everyone waits, and Everyone leaves and arrives at the same time. Airports are 'classless' in a sense. So, does that mean that airports are a sort of micro-model of a socialistic, or even communistic society...Hardly, but it was an entriguing thought.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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