Cohesive Thought?:
It's all related. I swear. At least, it is in my head.
I always thought airports were interesting places. A mingling of cultures, the hustle and bustle of people trying desperately to make their flight. Pay phone booths are abandoned as thousands of people march diligently by, cell phones glued to their ears. There's so many people filing by, off to god knows where. Travelers, vacationers, business minded folks, soldiers, pilots. So many different people. Sometimes, I try to guess where they're going. Many times you can tell by their manner of dress. Business or casual. Age group helps too, Spring Breakers, family trips. So many people.
Airports are even more fascinating not that I'm a 'writer'. Or rather, now that I pay more attention. So many people, so many stories. There's an old man and his wife in front of me. Part of me wonders what their story is. Where they're going, where they've been. Is this a transfer or a direct flight? Most of me doesn't care. I've already made a story in my head.
They're off to visit family. The old man is protective of his wife. They've just celebrated their 51st anniversary. They've loved each other 57 years. They have a son and a daughter living in Indy. Three grand kids: 2 boys and a baby girl. They're off to see her, she'll be three next week.
I realize I've done this for everyone I see. I give them a story, a personality. With just a glance. I imagine I know something about them. From the hair cuts and walk I can tell the military men apart. The chin angle and posture tells career women from house mom. So many little details to take in. I wonder if anyone else is doing the same. What do I look like? Does my slouch and notebook mark me as a student? Do I look old enough to be one? I'm not sure. I have no way of knowing. But I'm curious. What story have they given me?
Quote of the Day:
"I was going to have cosmetic surgery until I noticed that the doctor's office was full of portraits by Picasso."
- Rita Rudner
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