Airport Observations #1
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Welcome to a brand spanking new feature here at the Zone! It’s called (as you may have already surmised by now) Airport Observations. Hey, say what you like about the hassles of traveling (go ahead – say it!), but one of the things I enjoy most is the chance to observe large numbers of people all crammed into a small area. It does provide me a great deal of entertainment, lemme tell ya!
Now, since I travel irregularly (and by that I mean there’s no set schedule, not that I, um, get irregular when I travel, don’cha know), you can expect this feature to pop up pretty much any ol’ time. After all, there’s just so much good stuff goin’ on out there; I just gotta try and capture it…
Maybe Two Heads Are Better…
Houston - Perhaps it’s simply because I don’t get out much, but this one’s a first for me: a guy wearing a baseball cap on top of a cowboy hat. Ya know, I’m not sure, but doesn’t that violate all sorts of local laws or something? Hey, Buddy, maybe you can get away with that sort of thing in New Jersey, or maybe even Wisconsin (I mean, after all, they wear cheese on their heads) – but this here is Texas!
As if that wasn’t unusual enough, I saw the same guy at least five different times after that, but each time he had a different hat on! So let’s see… first it was both hats, then just the baseball cap, then the cowboy hat, then both again (but this time the cowboy hat was on top), then… I mean, c’mon – how ‘bout makin’ a decision here!
Please Excuse the Delay
Houston – Again, although I fly several times a year, it’s still not really that much. As a result, I can say with some measure of trepidation that I have rarely experienced a serious delay. Once or twice, maybe, for weather in over thirty years isn’t a bad record if you ask me.
But as our boarding time got closer, then closer, then passed us and vanished into the distance (kinda reminds me of the old saying about deadlines: they make such a neat whooshing sound when they pass by), we finally heard the rather disturbing announcement: Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse the delay. Our flight has been held up while the maintenance crew evaluates a cracked windshield. Please bear with us as we determine whether or not to use a different airplane.
To which I, along with most of the other passengers, looked at each other and said words to the effect: “Uh, do we get a vote?”
Gone to the Dogs
Chicago – When I fly (in airplanes, that is), the dry air always makes me extremely thirsty, so usually the first thing I do when arriving at my destination (I mean, after the, um, other first thing) is find a place to buy a soft drink. At O’Hare, there’s a McDonalds that is ideally situated for that, except for the fact that there are usually about a million people waiting in line there. So this time I ended up at some hot dog joint.
There was a woman just picking up her order from the merchant as I walked up; her hot dog was literally mounded up with the most ridiculous pile of pickles, onions, sauerkraut, relish, and no doubt any number of other ingredients.
She must have missed the expression on my face, because she looked at me and said, “Now doesn’t this look just scrumptious?”
I looked at her and replied in my best Texas drawl, “Ma’am, I’m from Texas – to me, there’s only two things that belong on a hot dog – chili and cheese!”
We all had a good laugh over that one.
What About You?
Seen anything unusual, weird, whacko, or just plain unusual at an airport recently? Or even not so recently? Why not share it with the rest of us and give us all a chance to laugh?
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A few years ago I flew to London and in the customs line at Heathrow, there was this elderly lady. She would inch her suitcase up beside the person in front of her and yawn and stretch and pretty soon she was in front of them! I watched this happen to 10 or 12 people behind me and when she got to me I blocked her, I stood in front of her suitcase so she couldn’t pass, but she was so persistent that she wore me down. It came down to a choice of confront her or let her pass, and so I let her pass. Then she proceeded to cut the next 25 or 30 people until she was in the front of the line!
After she went through, the people around me started talking about her. They thought it was funny and even admired her! I thought it was unfunny and extremely rude, but I only shared that with my husband.
But, I’ve wondered ever since what that was about. Why did 40 or 50 people (mostly Americans) let this woman cut in front of them? Are we push-overs? Would we have confronted someone younger?
I don’t know, but somehow the event unsettles me even after several years.
Howdy, Anna; welcome to the Middle Zone!
That’s a corker, all right! Being naturally contrary, I think I’d probably stand in her way until Heck froze over. But maybe that’s just me…