Airports

Having spent way too much time in them on Sunday, I had a lot of time to think about their purpose. It seems odd to me that some people of all races, and sizes can not find it in themselves to get along at their homes, or home towns, but are able to meet in an airport with the same destination: an air plane. Some people yell, and scream when planes are delayed, or flights are cancelled, seemingly unable to understand that yelling will not do anything, except make the airline people more unlikely to corporate with them. Yet, in the end the people who yell still get what they want, even if it is a long wait, that is unless they go too far and get arrested.

Even more odd is that people think anything, minus some things, is worth all the fit and bother they show. I feel embarrassed to see them, so I wonder how they feel about the way they are acting.