Did You Ever Sleep In An Airport? (Part 2)

Did You Ever Sleep In An Airport? Aka: Life is Like an Airport!
This is the conclusion of the post of July 22, 2007.

It is now 3 days later, my laptop died after that last sentence. I knew it was coming. They gave out cots, blankets, and pillows. They were only allowed to hand out 500 cots. That really pissed people off, because there were more in the closet and we all could see them. I made it my mission to find a cot for the pregnant lady, the 76-year-old and the women with disabilities. I went from one cot issue area to the other and was continually sent to the next location, I walked back and forth in the airport, end-to-end repeatedly and the best I could do was get everyone pillows and extra blankets

If you have never slept on an airport floor with a blanket, you have never lived life fully. I was shocked at how painful it was. I am reasonably healthy and I never expected to experience such discomfort. Yes, I know it is a cement floor, but I didn’t think it would be that bad. I kept waking up with sharp pains in my back, neck, knees, you name it. I can not imagine how the other women managed with their various infirmities. The lights were so bright and periodically, an ignorant group of people would storm by being loud and obnoxious regarding the situation and their lack of a cot.

Life is like an airport

The 1000 people in the airport that night represented all walks of life, every personality and ethnic group. There were old, young, infants, kids, male, female, the executive, the hippie and the mountain man were all represented. The Air Force, Army and National Guard were at the airport as well. I saw a family of kids, plus Mom and Dad, sleeping in the play area. People were happy, angry, drunk, acting insane, had Alzheimer’s, yelling, crying, arguing, complaining and being ignorant.

I personally, took the evening as a reprieve from life. Or even a bit of adventure. I do not understand why some people were so upset. My small groups of new friends in G-9 were all content to be in the airport, safe and secure. I mean think about it. Would you rather be sleeping on a hard airport floor, or would you rather be flying in an airplane with gale force winds, lightning, and thunder pummeling your plane?

What is so bad about being comfortable on a safe and secure cement floor? I am grateful that the officials in charge of those decisions decided to ground the flights. Really, what’s the problem? Life is like an airport, whether you are in or out of the airport and ……
Life goes on!