Things You Never Knew...

I really do. And in case you missed it the first time...

I HATE THE AIRPORT

With a vengeance. Nothing good ever comes out of a visit to the airport. Except maybe loot from Cocoa Trees, but that's like a distant consolation prize. Or maybe one of those 'thank you for taking part' cards from scratch-and-win thingies. Anyhow.

If you are the departing, it most probably means time spent away from loved ones. Possibly, a journey to a foreign place, a new environment, which may or may not be agreeable. Tearful good-byes. 20395809 people who have come to see you off, which averages to about 0.03ms spent with each well-wisher. And then there's the whole trouble of immigration and customs, which can be a real hullabulloo. Not to mention the actual plane ride, which can be the subject of a whole separate post.

It's worse if you're the well-wisher. You show up at the airport, get all misty-eyed, say your good-byes, maybe a photo and a hug for good measure, and then that's it. You face the long journey back home (only time i wished I was an eastie!) with nothing but memories, and the vague notion that the person who left will be back in due time. Why on earth do people get all perked up and excited about seeing friends off? I don't get it.

Oh, and there's the slight problem of seeing people you don't particularly want to see... But again, that's another matter. (see above)