Airport Revelations

I spend alot of freaking time in airports. Standing in security lines, annoyed at what people try to pass off as two carry ons. I can still remember back to a time when smoking on a plane was allowed. I was 13 or 14 and we were on our way to Europe. They sat us in the non-smoking section, which was one row in front of the smoking section. Can you imagine what that would be like today?

I have my airport rituals. Mostly its just a People magazine and some sort of gummy treat. Swedish Fish, preferably. I love that most airports are offering free wifi now, helps pass the time since I'm meticulously early to every flight. (Don't let Nichole fool you with the swiss army knife story - she still won't let me live that one down!)

People watching is one of my favorite pastimes. I'm always curious of everyone's stories, where they are headed...who will be there on the other end to pick them up. I love being picked up at the airport, spotting that significant other/friend/family member waiting for you with open arms and on occasion a Jimmy's Johns sandwich.

I'm rambling at this point. Its been a tiring trip.

Irony? California Gurls just came on over the loudspeaker. I'm coming home!!