10 kinds of people in an Airport…

To J, airports are magical places. Like an alternate reality within but unattached to the external world. A place where time seems to stand still. Where people seem to hurry past, oblivious while J sits and observes. To her, the time spent in an airport is disjointed from the rest of her life.

J loves airports. She will blithely ditch a direct flight to her destination in favour of a more circuitous trip. Lay overs to J are not an annoying inconvenience of air travel; they are opportunities to study and marvel at different airports.

The squeaky trolleys, the spiffy ticket agents, the colourful baggage tags, the shiny floors, the neat rest- rooms, the swanky stores, the re-heated food, the myriad types of water dispensers, the sometimes quirky/plush, sometimes plain waiting chairs…… J loves them all.

(Of course, sometimes the trolleys are defective, the ticket agents cruddy and the floors begrimed. The rest-rooms may be stinky and stores over-priced. The food can often be lousy and the water-dispensers knackered. The chairs will numb your backside….)

J also loves the free wifi and the incoherent announcements…..She has even learnt to like the grumpy emigration/immigration agents….

But what she loves the most….are the P

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