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.
I Hate Airports
By May 30, 2006 · ··