Flying on Sunday is as fun as drinking non-alcoholic beer at a BBQ hosted by vegetarians.
I have mixed emotions as I walk through Terminal B this evening. Tomorrow morning they open a new, clean terminal with updated restaurant choices and bright interior finishes. It is such a big deal that they have HPD behind barriers to hold back the wayward passengers looking for an alternative to Chili's Too.
I share a bond with my fellow travelers that I am not sure will survive the new terminal. We bond over the odd smell, lack of sufficient climate control (see odd smell) and disgusting carpet stains. I am pretty sure every disease and bodily fluid on earth resides in these fibers.
When I see people sitting on these floors I quietly say a prayer for them and ask that their families take comfort in the fact that they used their final moments on earth sitting next to a plug charging their mobile phone.
The good news? The people won't change. It reminds me of the saying "putting lipstick on a pig". That is how I see this new terminal. Bright, shiny and new can't take away the hoards of disgusting, rude and socially irresponsible people (and livestock?) that pass through these halls. It is like our own Ellis Island - only the passage is from Houston to small towns all over the US.
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to get the hell out of here."
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