I like airports. There’s an aliveness, an expectation at airports. What a long list it would be if all the reasons were counted for people to be at an airport at any given time. There are many emotions at airports. The list of that count would also be very long.
For the most part, my airport experiences have been really good. Of course, I’ve had the usual possessions taken from me at security. It took me awhile to realize that no amount of pleading and bargaining would allow me to keep the scissors I insist on buying again and again and tucking away in a carry-on bag, forgetting they’re there until I’m once again facing a security guard. The last time this occurred I made a mental note to give it up. Stop pleading and arguing and just hand the item over.
I think there are a lot of people who like airports, although some won’t admit it. Is it that when you’re a saavy traveler you don’t admit this? I’ve observed quite a few people people-watching at airports. People watching at airports is a great pastime. You can read any time, but having so many groups of people pass by in different stages of travel is quite entertaining. Unless you have five minutes to catch a connecting flight, or have arrived at the airport 15 minutes before your flight is to take-off, stop and imagine you’re at a show. Get something to eat if you’re hungry, find a comfortable spot, sit back and enjoy. You won’t be disappointed; it’s a delightful show.