I know that I am most likely in a very rare minority of people when I express my opinion of airports.
I love airports.
I love long flights. You get stuck next to someone for an obscene amount of time, and you have nothing to do but befriend them.
It’s like getting stuck in a less-claustraphobia-inducing elevator.
Really, there’s something magical about seeing two women in line to go through customs exchanging business cards so they can keep in touch.
The not so great thing about my long flight is that I actually managed to skip Thursday.
I rather like Thursdays. They usually involve lots of friends and good times and hanging out. Additionally, I’m not sure how I feel about getting an entire day ripped from my life. I know it was probably in the small print somewhere, but it wasn’t what I signed up for.
Or something like that.