Airport - How fascinating are they ? NOTanymore!

So I have always found airports facinating.....i mean....since my travelling Imation days...where i flew a lot (from Minnepenis to Milan, going by Schipol, Heathrow...), i had a lot of time to think about how the true nature of airport. Gosh i do think i am at time truly French, trying to understand the existentialisty of airport....anyway airports are these impersonal, big, nearly inhumane buildings blocks but atthe same time there are so full of emotions, feelings which are stronger than any public places....people arrive from destination(excitement, happiness, anxiety), people go (sadness, tears)....all these feelings that really you would never share in public but there you totally make abstraction of where you are cos' the people who count are there or not......it must be interesting to be an airport wall.....Si les murs avaient des oreilles (ah sorry, that's something else)

There are also so diverse, you have the business people, suited up, smart little suitcases with laptops on their mobile working (not waisting time!!), the families with 100 suitcases, the baby chair on top of the trolley and the 3 kids playing around with the mum breastfeeding, you have the honeymoon couple whose first time to go travelling who cannot stop kissing (and these 'mains balladeuses'), the 'we are going to the sun' destination with their sunglasses, straw hats and shorts(usually Brits), the 'we have the best suitcases, red Lancel, or Longchamps' people (usually French), the 'readers'
...so rich and diverse, it is fascinating.

Anyway why do u i talk about airport, i guess last sunday experience 'inspired' me....not sure inspire is the right word....but anyway let me tell u the tale....
Marty (coming back from the Bowen's stag in Vegas) and i had discussed the possibility of my going to pick him up, so i had arranged my plan accordingly (yoga with madame moselle) and planned to go and pick him up. I tried to call him saturday (twice) with no answer and finally Arati mentionned to me she had the details of his flights and he would be arriving at 1pm so i would have plenty of time to go to the 10:45 class and not the 9am. At 9.45 am that morning, Hursty calls 'i will be there at 10.30' then the call cuts. I got very very emotional, angry and swore a lot, shouting i was not at his disposal, his maid, his mother or any of the kind. Arati said a very profound sentence' you will not teach a 30 year old man a lesson'....which convinced me to calm down and go....and guess what: i know the airport by heart....he turned up at 1pm saying he was too ill the day before to call me and his phone had cut off and the plane was delayed.....how angry was i ...he was in the tit house, and airport did not seem not that fascinating anymore, especially not LAX.