Wrote this on April 22 2011, between the hours of 2.30 and 3.50pm, on a plane from London Gatwick to Dublin.
Airports – Aren’t they just the most happening spots in the entire world? I mean, think about it… When someone makes a significant trip in his or her life, it usually involves an airport. Dramatic decisions – often made in an airport. Big soppy reunions – Airport, baby! Don't even get me started on thoose life-altering cavity searches... That said I’m not saying that every single Tom, Dick and Harriet that goes to the airport is about to embark an adventure that would put Indiana himself to shame. After all, I am the perfect example of that. Today, I am heading home to Dublin for the Easter break and I have nothing overly exciting lined up at all, at all – That said I think the airport is an uber interesting and thought provoking spot, particularly if like me, you are an avid people-watcher.
Who is he? Why does she look sad? What in God’s name is that person’s story???? I need to know!
A rude air hostess has told me (not asked) to close my laptop as we are about to land.
I'd best do what she demands.
Don't you just HATE rudies?
