I Hate Airports

I hate airports at the best of times, but doubly so in summer. They are noisy, smelly, impersonal, crowded, hot, festooned with howling kids, and generally horrific places. The offence is even greater on days like today when, in a break from recent May gray here in La Jolla, the sky is cloudless and temps are lovely.

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Comments

  1. Zoli Erdos says:

    I’m surprised to see the weather chart in Celsius :-)

  2. That’s my inner Canadian rebelling again.

  3. fartikus says:

    agree with everything but the kids part. kids are a part of life. loosen up and help your local youngster place “kick me” signs on stuffy adults.

  4. Cameron says:

    Yep, weather’s been beautiful here in SD. It’s about time. Didn’t even notice you had the weather chart in Celsius, then again I’m Canadian too.

  5. duncans says:

    And unless the howling children were suspended by ribbons or garlands, I would lean towards “infested” rather than “festooned.”
    Although as the father of four (occasionally howling)children…suspending them by ribbons might, at times, have its merits!

  6. I was admittedly stretching for literary effect, but the more I think about it the more it seemed like kids were suspended from the rafters everywhere I looked ….