Airport Nomads, Chicago O'Hare
I’ve walked countless miles through airport terminals in my
day weaving in and out of the endless columns like African army ants on their
relentless march to anywhere. These jungle nomads are either blind or have just
one focus lens and consume everything in their path. The antics of these
migratory humanoids also never ceases to amaze!
On My long trek to the
very end of a concourse at O’Hare today a woman stopped dead in her tracks to
check a text ding, a man stood still in the middle of the stream perusing the
flight monitor and another exited a restroom at full gallop pulling his earthly
belongings headlong into the fray. Europeans, I assume, entered the flow going
the opposite direction and a young woman on the arm of her guide guy walked
right into a trash cart.
All once again validating the eternal truth that many folks march to a
different drummer, amusing and keeping everyone else on the alert lest we are
overwhelmed by the madding crowd!
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