Web Father, it's been 750 hours* since my last blogfession. (*according to flavor scientists)
I'm at the airport. I'd have really enjoyed the '80s comedy boom because I can't stop thinking and talking about the airport and airplanes, coincidentally most especially when I'm in one or on one.
You can tell a lot about an airport based on whether there's free wifi or not. For example, here at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport (pardon the namedrop), there is free wifi, you just have to click the "Agree to Terms of Service" button and you're good to go with two and half bars of dial up speed.
With my luck, if I actually read the fine print on the service terms, I probably agreed to give them half of my complimentary beverage on my next flight.
Pardon the interruption, but there is a kid staring into space who is really taxing my social anxiety right now. Don't people who stare into space realize that there is a no-eye zone around my general vicinity? I don't see a point or purpose to your roaming peepers, and frankly, it's creeping me out major big time.
OK. The kid left, Angry Birds backpack and all. I am safe again. FOR NOW. (This is called a bait-and-bait in adventure travel writing, where I use cliffhanger language and then the big twist is...there's no pay off!!!)
I guess that kid wasn't so bad. We were both charging our mobile devices from the same outlet, so we had a workable peace, but it was time for a regime change. Also, while we were charging (I still am), which is a pretty vulnerable state, this goateed guy walked up to us and asked if the airport provided us with the chargers or if they were ours. This question was so ridiculous, I wanted to bop him once for asking it and once for formulating it. But instead, I said "Um, ours" and then acted like he wasn't a monster. Which was true charity on my part. I mean I guess maybe some airports do that, but my flight is delayed an hour, I abandoned my humanity an hour ago.
Full disclosure: I also had my own row on my first flight though so my head is still deswelling from that.
I mainly hope my son is OK
OMG breaking! The guy who asked the weird question came back all empowered with a charger, and declared with a Shakespearan lilt "I'm going to plug in here-uh!" As if I had anything to do with it. I should propose a duel. Do you propose a duel or a toast? Oh never mind. When your flight is delayed an hour, they're the same thing.
You guys, there are some seriously pissed families at this airport right now. Some of them have been trying to get home for minutes now. Check out the body language on this bunch.