I’m heading out on a work trip, so was able to enjoy one of my favorite airport pastimes: random observation. Today the focus was airport shopping.
I have always wondered about the airport magazine displays featuring Playboy, Penthouse and, in this instance, 3 other unknown skin magazines. Who buys these magazines? What person thinks, “Ah, nothing will improve my four hour flight sitting uncomfortably close to strangers like some tits and ass.”
This is a neverbefore seen miracle of airport shopping. Three glass display cases filled with sparkle encrusted balls bearing logos from ramdom sports teams! “One gift will satisfy your sporty son and his high maintenance wife,” you mistakenly conclude.
When I was a kid I would spend a few weeks every summer with my grandparents. My parents would drive up from Denver and my grandparents would drive down from the mountains and they would meet roughly halfway. We’d have lunch at this little park and then we children would be transferred. Grandma would bring treats and one of those treats would be baseball gum balls. Here in the airport candy shop, is my childhood summer just waiting to be scooped up, weighed, and purchased. I’ll be the one blowing bubbles on the plane.