Airports are pretty much airports.
Unless you find one like the sprawling Singapore mega-mall of airport terminals.
As long as I can get my Absolut Bloody Mary, I figure an airport is pretty much an airport.
Flights are of a similar vein in that the next one is pretty much like the last one.
The primary difference is the amount of time you need to endure airplane seats small enough that you could probably fit eight of them into a Mini Cooper; and
A recirculated air mass containing strains of passenger-carried viruses from various corners of the planet; and
Indistinguishable meal items (that you had to pay extra for) served in semi-warm aluminum trays that come with a roll that is slightly more dense than a croquet ball; and, finally
Screaming infants whose ears are at sea level while their cute little bodies are flying the less-than-friendly skies (where everything costs extra) at 32,000 feet.
One distinguishing characteristic from one flight to the next are the people you get to enjoy the flight with (some, within inches of you); whether it’s your fellow passengers or the flight crew.
Thursday it was Linda: our flight attendant on a Delta leg from SMR to SLC (that’s airport code for “from fog central to massive snow dumpage) on a Canadair Regional Jet CRJ200 (and that’s airline code for “smaller than the jet that carries just Sarah Palin’s campaign clothing”).
My first glimpse of Linda was as I was boarding the anemic-sized cabin entrance, she was smashing ice bags with, what appeared to be a vengeance my wife uses on my head and shoulders to get me to stop snoring in her ear at night.
I asked her if she was thinking about her husband or her boyfriend as she was striking the limp, frozen bags.
Linda laughed–which I learned was something she did almost constantly-as she answered, “No, the pilot.”
I thought, gee, I sure hope I don’t piss her off…
A little while later Linda was rolling the drink cart down the isle, all the while continuing with her infectious giggle-like laugh. As she was serving a passenger an adult beverage of some type, Linda commented how the price has gone up over just a few years from three or four dollars to an inflated seven dollars.
Drink price notwithstanding, Linda commented that she still has a drink anytime she flies.
She did mean as a passenger and not as a member of the flight crew?
(Credit for the title to Merrill Markoe and her great book.)