We have come to an understanding that a flight’s arrival time is more like an estimated time. Airports are synonymous with the DMV, antiseptic structures filled with cranky attendants in an endless stream of uncontrollable hiccups. In the bygone era of elegant voyaging passengers dressed for a flight and luggage was sturdy enough to moonlight as a dorm room table. The staff were attentive and polished, leading to the speculation that stewardesses have a degree from an airline school where they learn such things as putting on their origami shaped hats and wielding warm towels from a tong. Now the chasm brought from modern advancements has shifted travel culture. Kiosks cough up tickets or phones become your life device. Travelers drag wheeled luggage with wires sprouting from their ears, foam pillows cuffing their necks.
If your day involves an airport you must mentally prepare for the events ahead. Security is a series of undressing, discarding everything from shaving cream to peanut butter, and performing athletic poses in your closet experience to what it’s like to be scanned. There’s the forced smiles to the inspector as a plea to avoid a potential body search that would have #MeToo fanatics in an uproar. The frugal pack empty water bottles in their allotted one free bag. Others will pay $15 for a wilted iceberg lettuce salad in the terminal. Pulses race when reviewing the flight status screens. On time, delayed or the dreaded canceled. [Read more…]
