Sunday, March 8, 2015
Slice of Life Day 8: Types of People in an Airport
I feel as though in an airport there are certain types of people that you see and I have seen them all this morning.
There is always the family trying maneuver the stroller two kids and multiple backpacks through security. I had no clue that they now sell strollers small enough to fit through the security scanner, go figure! I always feel bad for them because so many people give them dirty looks, when really I want to give them a medal for being able to handle all that.
Then there are the businessmen who are experienced. They go through security and the airport as if it is their job. Everything down to a science.
The slow mover. The people who know they have plenty of time, or think they do, before their flight. This means that they move unreasonably slow through everything. They are the ones that actually stand on the moving walkway instead of using it to walk even faster.
My least favorite type of person is the one that has zero clue who to function in an airport. They have no idea what to do with their shoes, belt, liquids, computer, etc. as they go through security. They are also usually the same ones that think it is a great idea to stop at the conveyer belt on the other side of scanner to put everything back together, then causing everything else behind them on the conveyer belt to back up. I had one of those lovely people in front of me this morning. They are also the people that walk around asking every gate agent if they are at the right gate.
Then there is me. The neurotic, nervous, and OCD flyer who has everything exactly where it should be, yet still stresses. I'm the one who insists on arriving to the airport SUPER early only to then sit at my gate for an hour and a half.
It's been a quick but fun weekend. I was so happy to get to spend this time with some of my family, but I am also very ready to be back home!
**I came back to this post to add my favorite type of person that I sadly forgot. The type of person who helps out a fellow traveler. Flying alone is a pain, and it so nice to see that there are still people on this earth that will help another person out if they look like they are struggling, because trust me I was struggling coming through security on the way home. All of my stuff was getting bunched up with other people's stuff because someone hadn't removed their items from the conveyer belt, and a very nice man helped hand me all my belongings. It definitely helps to restore my faith in humanity.**