Happy New Year friends! After doing a lot of traveling and a lot of the aisle-seat-getting and a lot of the nine-dollar-water-buying over the past couple of months, I was reminded of one of the few reasons I love airports (except for LaGuardia, which basically looks like one big steely public bathroom). Airports are one of the only places where you can change your clothes in public and nobody cares. Ever see someone re-buckle their belt in an Applebee’s? It’d be super weird. Ever see someone re-tuck their pants in the lobby of a movie theater? You’d be asked to leave. In an airport, people walk by and see you re-tucking your pants like Grandpa just say “hey man, I get it. We’re both in the airport and let’s just hang in there. What do you need from me, my man? Let’s get that shirt tucked in right, boss. There’s a whole world out there!” Right on. Thanks for the words, stranger. You just won yourself a mobile upload.
Agree on LaGuardia – it always struck me as a maze – like an old school Dungeons and Dragons maze – once you get past security. Turns and corners everywhere you go.
And repacking luggage and spilling sex toys all over the place. Happens to everyone.
LaGuardia is one of the most surreal public spaces I’ve ever been in… In addition to the basic steely maze layout mentioned above, it also has lots and lots and lots of doors. Way too many doors. At each gate, there are two or three extra doors that lead straight out to a free fall onto the tarmac. More options for the guys who drives the stairs I guess.
LaGuardia might have been a penny casino in a previous life. Plus, with awkwardly-placed market-style restaurants in the middle of the walkways, what more could you ask for? BTW, it was ranked the nation’s worst airport.