Observations Made at an Airport

Men almost never get helped with their luggage.

European women are so sexy. I don’t know what the hell they do, but it’s in their walk, their eyes, the sound of their voice, their confidence. I love their clothes and their bodies. I’m so fucking jealous.

Men express love when we’re not looking. All the time. Everywhere. Maybe our problem is that we’ve tricked ourselves into believing they don’t do it, so we don’t notice when they do.

My dad loves me. He doesn’t always show it in the traditional ways, but when I’m not looking, he wows me with his generosity. I’m 30 and I’m learning more about love every day. I think maybe he is too.

I hate watching couples make out. Something about it totally grosses me out. I watched a man suck the face of a woman he was leaving. He looked so sad. He just stood there, kissing her, for like 15 minutes. Later, at the security checkpoint, he stared me up and down like I was a piece of meat.

People are really easy to talk to. I think they feel it’s more socially acceptable to strike up conversation at an airport, where people are all in the same boat. I think it’s kinda sad that everyday life isn’t more like an airport.

People are kind. When you least expect it, they can really amaze you with even the simplest of things.

Those airport guys who wave down planes look really bored. They hold their bright orange waving sticks like limp carrots, looking completely apathetic. I wish I could give them a party to cheer them up.