Airport conversations are always interesting. This is your chance to break from the bubble of your life and, for one brief hour's flight (or 11 hours overseas) enter into another's world. Someone who is unfamiliar and coincides with you purely on basis of buying a ticket. Nothing could be more serendipitous. These conversations can affect you. One may experience a variety of emotions: The realization of a common humanity. Understanding of a lifestyle so different from one's own. Or pure exasperation of, 'Really? This is the American public?'
Some highlights:
Hour and half conversation (Detroit to Atlanta). A naval doctor-in-training named Rory with whom I discussed on gender psychology, post-traumatic stress disorder, our 20-something point in life and a psycho-analysis of his friend. We ended it with insight into one another as if we had been friends for years.
Reagan INTL (DC to Atlanta). Overheard: 15 minute discussion between two 20-some girls about facebook tagging. They were trying to tag each other but couldn't figure it out.
11 hour flight (ATL to London). A retired woman who sucked on her dentures but sweetly inquired about religion and family history.
Detroit Airport. The airport features its own set of internal sparrows. One propped itself nearby, chirped and then flew over my shoulder.
Detroit Airport. Sitting next to a college girl, I look over and gasp in delight as I realize she is watching Episode One of The O.C. We have a brief discussion where I tell her I love this episode and cry.
Reagan INTL. "I am not checking in at Atlanta (on facebook) because I don't want anyone to know that I wa in that Godforsaken town." A girl as she waits at the terminal surrounded by people destined and many originating from Atlanta, GA.
Some highlights:
Hour and half conversation (Detroit to Atlanta). A naval doctor-in-training named Rory with whom I discussed on gender psychology, post-traumatic stress disorder, our 20-something point in life and a psycho-analysis of his friend. We ended it with insight into one another as if we had been friends for years.
Reagan INTL (DC to Atlanta). Overheard: 15 minute discussion between two 20-some girls about facebook tagging. They were trying to tag each other but couldn't figure it out.
11 hour flight (ATL to London). A retired woman who sucked on her dentures but sweetly inquired about religion and family history.
Detroit Airport. The airport features its own set of internal sparrows. One propped itself nearby, chirped and then flew over my shoulder.
Detroit Airport. Sitting next to a college girl, I look over and gasp in delight as I realize she is watching Episode One of The O.C. We have a brief discussion where I tell her I love this episode and cry.
Reagan INTL. "I am not checking in at Atlanta (on facebook) because I don't want anyone to know that I wa in that Godforsaken town." A girl as she waits at the terminal surrounded by people destined and many originating from Atlanta, GA.
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