I love airline food. People baulk when they hear me say that.
But much like Pavlov’s classically conditioned dog that eventually salivates just at the ring of a bell. I too know that the airline food is only a harbinger of things to come, memories to be made, beautiful places to be seen and new tastes to be savored.
I enjoy every aspect of air travel, cmon it’s the closest we have come to time travel – the packing of bags, waking early, booking a taxi, saying goodbye, the security check , the serpentine queue, the immigration check, the airport lounge coffee and finally the long wait before I board. This is my favorite part, because this is when I get a license to stare. I love listening in on conversations both real and imagined. I’m lip reading, studying body language, determining the course of a couple’s relationship and judging parenting styles all at once. It’s a visual smorgasbord as far as I’m concerned.
So many different looking people of all ages from so many places, dressed so differently, speaking so many languages – ahhh how I love getting drunk on this heady cocktail.
Needless to say, I feel like a female George Clooney from ‘Up in the Air’. Not Vera Farmiga – she’s too pretty.
Take offs terrify and excite me at the same time because I feel like I can see death from the corner of my eye at this point– I always think to myself that this is probably how a person just about to commit suicide feels too.
I also love long flights and long layovers unlike most people. It takes me back to that semester in college when I opted sociology. The child bawling, the cramped seats, the loudmouths, the men who cant stop drinking, the flirt, the old man, each of the characters popping out as if they were in a colorful children’s pullout storybook. The beautiful, perfectly-groomed air hostesses, so polite and almost robotic like Alicia Vikander in Ex-Machina – are we really sure these aren’t AIs?
I don’t think I have left any duty free store unexplored in all the airports I’ve been to.
Like life itself, airports remind me that my time on earth is finite and I only have 120 minutes left before the flight takes off so I try to cram as much as I can of the sights, smells and sounds in those last few minutes. And then I’m ready to go.
I’m sure I’ll want to approach real life in much the same way if or when I receive news that I have 3 months left before I die. I’m not going to be the one to sit around, mope and wallow in self-pity. I’ll want to see, hear, taste, smell and feel as much as I can then too. I’m literally going to kick that bucket real hard.
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