As I sit in the airport, my eyes scan the scene. I begin to watch people as they walk past me. Some are in a hurry; some could care less if they make it to their gate on time. You begin to categorize different types of people as they walk, or run, past you. As I learn that my flight has been delayed for another three hours, I take a seat against the wall and start to make a list, a list of the different types of people in the airport. “What do you think we will do when we get to the hotel”, said my mom.
Being caught off guard, I say, “Hmm?”
“I said, what do you think we will do once we get to the hotel?”
“I don’t know! I will honestly just want to sleep after the day that we’ve had.”
“You’re probably right. Should we just order room service, and then call it a night?”
At this point, I start to tune her out because if I don’t, she will talk for hours. I reach for my backpack sitting next to me, and I take out my notebook. At the top, I title it, People in the Airport. I begin to write down different types of people. The ones who can’t figure out how an airport works. The ones who inch their way closer and closer, hoping to board sooner. The ones who bring way more then they need to.
There are multiple different types of people in the airport. Here are just a few:
The Lost Ones The lost ones are those who have no idea where they are going. They wander around aimlessly trying to get to their gate, but the only problem is, they don’t know where it’s at. Like do they not
This is my first plane ride since my mom and I moved to the quiet and boring Covington, Louisiana. My mom forced me to go on this school trip to New York City. And I thought the school year couldn 't get any worse. On the 3 hour flight I had to sit next to Pizza Face Pete and Stinky Sally. But hey, at least I’m not sitting next to Mr. Swanson, I heard he went to prison for drug distribution before he became our assistant teacher. The flight attendant said we were starting our descent into JFK, right as I went in the bathroom to get away from Sally’s vile stench.
Airports are fascinating places. People watching is fun—what better place than at an airport? They are places charged with emotion. They are the perfect place for witnessing tearful goodbyes and heartwarming reunions. If you are ever feeling down or gloomy, just go to the international arrivals section of your nearest airport. They are some of the happiest places on earth—you see tears not of sadness or loss, but of delight and joy.
According to the Bureau of Transportation Statistics a total of 631,939,829 passengers boarded domestic flights in the United States in the year 2010. This averages to 1.73 million passengers flying per day (Cessoni.) All of these people must go through security checkpoints provided by the Transportation Security Administration (TSA.) TSA’s history, cost, and specific purpose are ideas I will discuss further.
“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.
“I don’t know” Phoenix smiled back “I was hoping maybe you’d stay up here with me while I go through some of it so I’m not by myself in case something goes wrong”
Airports are the heart of travel for many to conveniently travel from one location to another, whether the distance was 50 miles or internationally. With the advancements in technology, it has provided the ability for individuals to have access to parts of the world that once only been available to a select few. With such technological advances, our society will not be able to rewind back to
“I already told him I'd go; it can’t hurt to see what they have to offer.”
“The driver thought you might need a place to sleep tonight, so he wants you to spend the night at the Hilton, over in Greentown.”
“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”
In the short story “Autopilot,” by Sarah Abbott, she states that the main character, Zach, who is forty-eight years old, is waiting for his next flight to Washington, D.C. from Charleston, WV. The gate agent keeps telling him that he cannot get on the flight because it has been overbooked. Zach answers by saying that “I’m a Priority member. I fly this route every other week” for his job purposes (Abbott). Zach keeps informing the gate agent, Jean, that it’s a family emergency, but Jeans says that there is nothing she can do and that there is no where to put him, unless one of the flight passengers gets lost during the boarding session. According to Zach, there is nowhere for the flight passengers to get lost because the airport is small, it only has “one runway, one TSA full-body scanner, one restaurant that serves biscuits in the a.m. and pizza in the p.m.” (Abbott).
“C’mon, you know nothing’s gonna happen. And it’s really not THAT long if you think about it,” he said.
Lastly, airport is not only a prison for the passengers, it also trapped a lot of staff that worked here. According to Pico Iyer in his Where Worlds collide, "For many immigrants, in fact, LAX is quietly offering them a view of their own near futures." A lot of people who come from all round the world end up working in the LAX. Pico Iyer spent a week in LAX just to explore the airport. He jaunted the airport by day and by night and encountered different kinds of people. Surprisingly, he found out that a lot of new immigrants were end up working in the airport. For the very first afternoon of his days in airport, Pico Iyer was served by a large amount of people with names that could easily show their nationality. As Pico Iyer said, "Many
“We’ll see, if it’s not to late for you, how about meeting for a night cap, when I’m done with my dinner?”
All of the people waiting to catch their flight in the airport. No specific names given.
She replied, “She’s not looking for a hotel room for herself. She’s trying to find your dad because something happened and it’s not good.”