By spending my night in the airport on very little sleep I got to witness a striking array of odd behaviors.
First and foremost being the lady from the Philippines who was incessantly taping and carting around boxes to be shipped back to her home country. Every five minutes I'd hear the jarring sound of tape being pulled from the roll. Then I would get to watch as she carted the boxes out of the little maze of chairs to some some area she deemed worthy of having her packages. This process was repeated for an unknown number of times as some boxes had to be re-taped and were continually brought back to her seat in the waiting area.
Imagine it's now about 4am and the airport is just starting to wake up again. My friend and I get back into line with our bags to finally check them through to Lima. Ahead of me in line at the security checkpoint is a girl who would be cute except for the fact that she is extremely tan, too tan really to be seen in public (think almost orange). She goes through the checkpoint as a normal person would, I follow and am waiting for my backpack to come through the x-ray thing when she begins to freak out. Apparently she left her purse on the opposite side of the security point and thought she'd never be able to get it back again. Almost to hysterics she wails "My purse! My purse! Now what do I do! I need my purse!" in the general direction of her mother. The mother, quite fed up and rather embarassed, states what's on the mind of everyone within earshot, "Stop being a moron and ask them to get it! Good Lord!" Needless to say I started chuckling at both of them.
Hungry from, you know, not doing anything for the last eight hours but trying to sleep on uncomfortable benches we decide sustinance is in order. Too early for the American airport favorite: a slice of Sbarro pizza, we head instead to Dunkin Donuts. Delicious, and not as expensive as I would have thought. Sitting at one of the food court tables, we have a prime vantage point of everything that passes through the area. In yet another interesting turn of events we get to see a lady spill a medium orange juice all over the floor. This in it of itself isn't that great, but the response from the Dunkin Donuts people was. They chose not to use a rag or paper towel to clean the spill, no, they used the garbage can itself. They pushed the nearest garbage can over the spilled juice in a feeble effort to hide the mess. About half an hour later a guy finally comes to completely clean the mess. We begin to plot more messes to see how the Dunkin Donuts people would react.
12-1pm Flight delayed for an hour. Look for some Sbarro and a USA Today. No luck. Settle on BK Lounge and hope that our flight comes up soon so that we don't miss our connection to Lima.
3:45pm Arrive in Miami with just minutes to switch planes. I'm stuck next to some quite guy who's allergic to various parfumes so he sniffles a lot throughout the flight. In-flight movies: Journey to the Center of the Earth. This mangled mess of moving pictures tries to pass itself off as a movie. Spastic acting prevails throughout the film, the dialogue is simply awful, and I find myself feeling sad and achy after seeing it. Next up: Wall-E. Absolutely loved this film. Start to finish I thought it was great (minus a very few slower parts I didn't care about on the colony ship thingy). The level of storytelling that Pixar was able to accomplish was stunning. Definitely has my vote for one of the best films of the year.
11pm Finally check into hostel. No one else seems to be here. Fun. Now to get some real sleep for a change. Aurevoir.
