The Airpot

Another trip to Austin and another wait in the airport gives me a few minutes to blog about nothing. So I sit and I watch. I watch people redress after security and wish I had some extra clothes to offer the guy in pj's and the lady in her super short skirt in her flip flops; I don't care- it's November!!  I watch people get patted down. I watch people watch people. I watch men check out the ladies. I watch people watch their electronics. I watch people watch the flight monitor. I watch people not watch their children.  

And I listen. I listen to one sided conversations from the phone and make up my own other side of the conversation. I listen to "buddies." I listen to businessmen. I listen to women and all they talk about. I listen to Spanish. 

So I sit until I must walk. The dreaded walk. I HATE the walk. Remember, I have been watching people who watch people and now those people are watching me. I don't really care what they think about me, it's more about, " I might have to talk to someone." And that eye contact thing... Can I make it all the way to gate 15 without having to make eye contact with anyone? If not, do I hold the stare until they look away? Do I look away quickly? Do I acknowledge them with a nod? Do I have to say, "Hey. How are you?" Now to make it back to my seat without spilling my too hot drink. 

And of course we start with a 15 minute delay. I think it sprinkled outside. 

I watch some more. I wonder about these travelers. Where are they going? Where did they come in from? Are they going to try to carry that big ole suitcase on the plane? There goes Ron running by. Must be - they've called his name 3 times. I like to make up stories about all these people :) And if they try to make up my story- they will never get it right. I guess that's the fun of it. I really don't mind airports, most of the time. It's just time for this introvert to go home. 

That's it. Nothing profound. Just randomness. 

Tori