I hate airports and hospitals.
I know, hate is a strong word. I use it advisedly. There are simply no redeeming qualities associated with either.
The whole process is demeaning. From the ridiculous lines you have to go through, like a lab rat for the cheese, to the taking off of belts and shoes, there is a kind of invasion of privacy and autonomy and sense of being a dignified human being.
They all smell the same - stale coffee and sweat and dirt and floor wax and stress and greasy fast food.
You are crammed into a space, even just within the terminal, and try not to make awkward eye contact with strangers who are desperately trying not to make eye contact with you...
So here I sit, killing time, waiting for my flight. I have about another hour before the plane leaves. Killing time.... Such an appropriate phrase, and such a waste, too...
At least I am wending my way home to loved ones. Otherwise this kind of thing would be unbearable.
And to think - i pay for this privilege...
Sigh...
I know, hate is a strong word. I use it advisedly. There are simply no redeeming qualities associated with either.
The whole process is demeaning. From the ridiculous lines you have to go through, like a lab rat for the cheese, to the taking off of belts and shoes, there is a kind of invasion of privacy and autonomy and sense of being a dignified human being.
They all smell the same - stale coffee and sweat and dirt and floor wax and stress and greasy fast food.
You are crammed into a space, even just within the terminal, and try not to make awkward eye contact with strangers who are desperately trying not to make eye contact with you...
So here I sit, killing time, waiting for my flight. I have about another hour before the plane leaves. Killing time.... Such an appropriate phrase, and such a waste, too...
At least I am wending my way home to loved ones. Otherwise this kind of thing would be unbearable.
And to think - i pay for this privilege...
Sigh...
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