Airport fun!

People are funny. If you ever forget this, go to an airport.

Behind me on the plane were some kids talking about getting accepted into college. This is what I heard for 10 minutes while we waited for our plane to taxi into the gate:

"I'm freaking out. What if I don't get in? He didn't get in and he's, like, perfect. I'm just freaking out. Would you check for me? Wait, I want to do it myself. But I'm just freaking out! Did you look? No, I wanted you to look but not tell me. Wait, I want to do it myself. Well, maybe you should tell me. I'm freaking out!" And so on.*

Then I was just chilling, writing my paper during my 3 hour layover (which was only supposed to be an hour and a half), and the only plug I could find was right next to one of the moving sidewalks. There, a cute 10-year-old boy was walking backwards and watching his "unmoving" reflection in the windows. He was completely enthralled. A few minutes later, another cute boy did the same thing-- except he was 20- or 30- something.

Then there was the random gentleman who smiled at me and said, "Whoa, slow down there!" as I typed furiously, undoubtedly with my brow furrowed in intense concentration.**

And the best one yet, a final boarding call over the intercom: "We do love you here at Southwest, but we will leave you." Amen, brother.


*Not that I don't feel for her. I hope she gets in...

**If you are planning to do a paper at the last minute, in the airport, I advise you to reconsider, even if you want to leave right after your last final and have arranged your work schedule to make it possible. Not my best plan ever.