Airports

I have an intense love/hate relationship with airports.

Airports are stressful, dirty, distrustful places where everyone looks at you like you could be up to no good.  I got eyed by the security man because I put my scarf in the same bin as my laptop -- as if this would somehow conceal something diabolical?!  No, I think not.  I am an unassuming, 5'1" mousy little Librarian-type.  I'm not capable of that.  Then, once that entire show is over, I make my way past vastly overpriced food and drink stations to sit at my gate for about an hour.

This is where the good part of airports kicks in: the people watching.

I /love/ people watching.  It's like a sport for my terribly observant and organized mind.  As I write this, the woman beside me is charging her iPod, chatting to someone on her iPhone about how they should buy six bottles of some liquid because then they'll get 15% off.  Across the way is a shoe shine station, where a lone African American man is currently shining an old white man's shoes.  I see that racism is still alive and well in America when the older gentleman calls the younger man 'boy'.  What a show.

Not only is this my first stint in the Indianapolis International Airport, but this will be my first flight with a layover.  When I leave here, I am flying to Chicago (Midwest) where I have an approximately two hour layover providing me both with more stress and more people watching opportunities.  So until then, I'm going to work on summer internship applications.  Because that's what you do.. right?

Right.