Waiting Rooms
[image error]In anticipation of heightened security measures at LAX, I arrived at the airport two and a half hours before my flight. Somehow, I managed to return the rental car, checked in, and get through security . . . in a grand total of thirty minutes, leaving me with ninety minutes on my hands and no open restaurants or coffee shop in sight. Instead, all I see are people.
Couples nap with their heads on each other's shoulders, while others watch movies on a computer or whip out newspapers and trashy magazines on the latest celebrity gossip. It makes you wonder if the interest stems from general nosiness in the affairs of others or if it is the direct result of a lack of joie de vivre in one's own life. Either way, it sells.
Like I, there are younger folk typing away at smartphones, their thumbs flying deftly over the small keys with a surprising degree of agility and efficiency. How many hours of their day are spent on perfecting this sort of skill? Is there any other area where such dexterity would come into play? I can think of only one: surgery. All the same, it seems far more likely that they trained under the tutelage of Nintendo, Playstation, and possibly Sega. You could almost define a generation by the gaming system that they used in their youth.
Lastly, there is the creepy old man staring at me and at various other passengers with a leery expression on his face. I think I'll go find that coffee now.
Couples nap with their heads on each other's shoulders, while others watch movies on a computer or whip out newspapers and trashy magazines on the latest celebrity gossip. It makes you wonder if the interest stems from general nosiness in the affairs of others or if it is the direct result of a lack of joie de vivre in one's own life. Either way, it sells.
Like I, there are younger folk typing away at smartphones, their thumbs flying deftly over the small keys with a surprising degree of agility and efficiency. How many hours of their day are spent on perfecting this sort of skill? Is there any other area where such dexterity would come into play? I can think of only one: surgery. All the same, it seems far more likely that they trained under the tutelage of Nintendo, Playstation, and possibly Sega. You could almost define a generation by the gaming system that they used in their youth.
Lastly, there is the creepy old man staring at me and at various other passengers with a leery expression on his face. I think I'll go find that coffee now.
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