In The Airport

Author: siggy

In the airport there milled around hundreds of people who were all strangers–maybe thousands.  I would just people watch.  They came in all ages, face and sizes.  Some people were tall and others short.  Their faces were all different.  I could only marvel at God’s diversity.  I kept expecting to run into a friendly and familiar face.  This was unrealistic.  In my town of less than a thousand I keep bumping into someone I have never seen so I don’t know know why I should expect that.

There were electrical outlet stations scattered in the airplane terminal.  Everyone today has I Pods, cell phones, laptops.  And they were being used.  That was a sight you would not have seen twenty years ago.

It was an auspicious start to my trip to New Orleans.  I left my house at twelve pm and did not get to my friends’ house until ten pm.  The plane I was supposed to take for the first leg of my journey was delayed, which meant I would miss my connecting flight.  The agent rerouted my flights but it meant almost a five hour layover in Dulles Airport.  I almost did not know what to do with my time.  Finally I listened to some music on my I Pod. It was an interminable wait.  I was so relieved when my plane took off and my friend picked me up and finally made it to his house.