I spent part of my morning at Chicago O’Hare, one of my very least favorite airports.
(We have a history. Nuff’ said.)
But today, I had a very enjoyable 20 minute stay. Besides the fact that my flights were on time – shock, shock – my gate’s seating area was behind the bank of video monitors containing departure and gate information.
Some people barely stopped…just a quick pause and squint of the eyes to confirm what they already knew, and they were on their way.
Others would walk up, looking totally lost and exhausted, their eyes darting around for quite some time before they landed upon their flight. You could see the moment they latched upon the information they needed before they made their move toward their gate.
That part was funny, too. They would often head one way, then the other, then back again. (I’m sure I’ve done that little dance myself a time or two.)
Men often took the opportunity to adjust their pants and belt. Kill two birds with one stone, ya know? Very efficient.
And couples always found something to debate. (Not efficient at all.)
Regardless of the drama, no one at the monitors seemed aware that I was watching this little slice of airport life…so I continued my shameless spying.
That is, until I turned and noticed a man sitting at a bench across the way watching me watch them with a smile on his face.
Oh well…I’m sure someone found him very funny, too.