One of many good place to find writing inspiration must definitely be the airport! It’s almost like this weird little multicultural country. People running in all directions, people being mad for missing flights or partners that walk to slow, people without stress starting their holiday, people returning home full of beautiful stories, stewardesses in killer boots.
I watch it all zipping my overprized coffee. I don’t seem to mind being early on the airport as so many little things seem to fascinate and amuse me… Why doesn’t the man with the huge hand luggage bag take a little trolley to make his life so much easier? Why torture your fingers to prove what point?? Or the man who stamps his foot on the floor because he can’t pass the large queue on the flat escalator caused by an obviously physically challenged man. What is the point of stamping your foot?? Does he wanne scare the physically challenged man away?? Amazing… Just amazing…
But mainly amazing until the moment I myself get caught up in one of the situations that I normally find to amuse me. The people in front op me on the flat escalator make the world stop for a moment when they start posing for a picture. Nothing strange about that, but as I am standing closely behind then and the line-up is not big enough to cover the width of the flat escalator, I will be in the picture as well! A very uncomfortable feeling… In general I don’t like to be on pictures that much, so the idea to feature on the holiday pictures of complete strangers doesn’t appeal that much. No escape though. I quickly go through my options. Smile? Option. Move? No way to go. Left or right means jumping over the edge of the flat escalator and that feels a bit over the top and the way back is blocked by people. No options there. Look away? Awkward, cowardly but definitely an option. My eyes find the woman with the camera again. Still thinking about what I should do… to late… a quick clumsy smile… *FLASH*… it’s over. Relief. Instinctly I went with my first thought, as I most often seem to do. A good choice? Only the picture can prove that I guess! :-)

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