I think airports are a portal to another dimension and not for the obvious reasons you might think (air travel). The physical effects caused by this phenomenon can't be ignored. It usually manifests itself in the loss of equilibrium and the neck becomes a motorized swivel. No one is capable of walking a straight line and heads swivel from side to side in a rhythmic cadence, eyes searching for the ever elusive McDonalds, Starbucks or restroom. People will stop in their tracks to gaze up at the flight information boards as if waiting for a sign from God. Well here's a sign, move your 17 frickin' pieces of "carry-on" luggage from blocking the walk way so the rest of us can get to our planes!
There is other evidence that will support my claim. The ability to differentiate between "Priority Access" and "Group 4" is lost. So is the capacity to count numbers and letters sequentially. How does one confuse seat 17D with 23B? Even one's sense of size and space are drastically diminished. "Yes, sir, that was your backpack that crashed into my head as you twisted about trying to figure out where your seat is."
Well, my flight says "Boston". Lord knows where I'll land. "See you on the other side, Ray."
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