A Humorous Post on Airports

While I wait for my dinner to cook I just wanted to share some thought about airports, specifically and generally the ones I’ve visited recently.

The first thought comes from LAX: after arriving at the airport from my luxurious night at the Hilton I had checked in and luckily gotten tickets on that nights flight, I decided to take a seat and (like most people waiting in an airport), decided to watch the planes. This would have been fine but the genius who designed the Tom Bradley airport thought it would be nice to have giant glass windows that overlook the run ways on either side. He also thought it would be a good idea to place structural bars strategically up and across the windows. Additionally he thought it’s a good idea and aesthetically pleasing to place a bar here:
That’s right, when sitting in the not so comfortable airport seats, trying to watch the planes take off and land you are instead greeted by a bar that completely blocks the view of anything at eye level. Genius.

The second thought also comes from LAX: now I was stuck in LAX for a good 9 hours, so I had a little while to just people watch (one of my favorite activities), and this thought comes from people watching. People have to pass time in airports, this is most true with little kids, during my approximate 3 hour sit in one place (before I couldn’t take it anymore) at least 5 kids were told to count the number of airplanes they could see. 2 of them skipped the number 13 (I should also mention that you could only see 7 planes—I should know, I counted). Innocently they went from 11 to 12 and then straight on 14 without thought of 13. I suppose I see reason behind this, after all if New York City sky scrapers can skip floor 13, why shouldn’t little kids. It wasn’t until about 2 weeks into my NYC internship that I realized that my building had mysteriously lost its 13th floor—I was on the 14th.

The third thought comes from Brisbane International: it was at this point that I encountered my first Australian Escalator. Having spent 6 weeks running up and down the escalators at the port authority in New York city I thought I had a pretty good grasp of how escalators operated. With my head in the clouds, tired and exhausted I tried to board the down escalator. When I was met by stairs rising towards me I took a step back, puzzled and bemused. It seems escalators, like their road counterparts travel on the opposite side. Luckily no one was around to see it—although that’s probably the reason I boarded the wrong one in the first place.

there were probably other things i needed to mention but my dinner is ready...and by ready i mean burnt.

Airlines Suck

So I arrived at EWR with plenty of time for my 6:40 flight only to find out that it had been delayed to 7:35. Ok, well that’s fine, 55 minutes…unless of course you have only 1hr 40mins to catch a connecting flight at LAX. In typical Newark fashion we sat on the tarmac for an hour, and then because of a storm front to the west we had to go around it and up into Canada. Needless to say we didn’t get into LAX till 1-something. I had missed my connecting flight…so without any luggage I spent the night in a hotel only to get up and spend the next day sitting in LAX…for 9 hours. Departing reasonably on time, we spent the next 11 hours flying only to be notified by out captain that we had run out of fuel and would have to stop in Noumea. I should say that we hadn’t strictly speaking run out of fuel but would if we continued to Brisbane because of a storm over Brisbane. Noumea looked lovely, from what we could see from our small 12 inch windows, but yet again I had a connecting flight in Brisbane (which I had 4 hours this time). 2 hours later we took off again; to arrive in Brisbane 50 minuets after my connection to cairns had left. So I sat in Brisbane airport for 6 hours. Narrowly avoiding passing out completely in some fairly uncomfortable airport chairs I got on my flight and made my way to Cairns, arriving 36 hours after everyone who I was supposed to be traveling with. Cairns is awesome though.
Now pictures of Noumea (c) Amanda Sacks (the person next to me, because i couldn't be arsed to get my camera out):