Notes on Traveling

I like waiting in airports. The furniture and topography are designed for waiting. In the hours before a plane leaves, or during a layover, there are no expectations. No one asks anything of me, nothing is due. I read, I wander, I spy on other passenger. Calm. Undemanding.

At the smoothie place, at the bottom of the menu, it says, "Ask about our non-dairy options." I ask.
The woman responds, in a flat Carribean accent, "There is no non-dairy."

Both ways, I sat directly in front of the lavatory, window seat, the whole row occupied. This is the spoils of buying the cheapest possible ticket. In the past, I have disdained paying more for short-term comfort, but I foresee that changing. As I age, I won't pay more for comfort. I'll pay more to avoid discomfort.