Sunday, September 11, 2011

Discovering the Sky - Part II (a.k.a airports play on your mental constructs)



(Continued from  Part 1! (Click :D)  )

3. Overpriced food


Flying takes a while. During that while, people's stomachs tend to get empty. Now that people can't just carry around food and water with them, we are essentially forced to buy it. Well, as it always is, the cheapest food is the oh-so-very-bad-for-your-arteries fast food. Many times there's not enough time between flights for a decent meal, anyways.


Fast food outside of the airport is insanely affordable:









Fast food inside the airport is legalized robbery...













It is always hard to resign yourself to knowingly overpay for food...until your stomach reminds you why fasting isn't very popular.




4. "There are weeeird people in this world, dude"


Possibly the most bizarre and at the same time most strangely entertaining thing in airports is noticing how weird people can get. 


I have found that these people can be categorized by:

  •        The people going on vacation that are going to freeze in the plane:



They may be going to a Caribbean vacation, but they forget that airports and planes are usually kept at a nice "you feel like you're going to freeze but not quite" temperature. In summary, they're about to freeze their butts off in the plane.

  • The guy that really looks like  Bob Marley




(A/N : To all Bob Marley fans, please excuse the lack of talent that led to such a poor depiction of a look-alike)


  • That one lady that’s dressed like a hooker…






  •                which gets so much more awkward when you notice her adorable little children









But the most annoying ones: 


  • The people that somehow manage to look perfect.





Really, how do they do it? This is how I look after a few hours of flying alternated by jumping across airports:





Do they bring a personal styler along? Are they professional stylers? Did they kill the ozone layer with 5 cans of hairspray before they even got on the plane? 

It’s like the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop…the world may never know.



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