(this comes from my notebook. i wrote as i traveled. I met a lot of interesting ppl and i was asked several times if i was a writer to which my response was "no, i just do it for fun"...their response? You should be. Something to consinder, isn't it?)
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
I love the stream of consciousness style, and that you left your thoughts alone and didn't try to embellish the simplicity of your thoughts. We might have lost some of the real depth of your incites if you had. This is by far my favorite style of writing.
ReplyDeleteand, you already are a writer. A witty and stylistic one. I love your blog.