One of my least favorite places to waste an hour. While I enjoy people watching, I do not enjoy being herded. Thus, passage through a modern U.S. airport in 2007 is a painful proposition from my perspective. I am sitting in an airport typing this and listening to banal TSA announcements.
I briefly considered changing careers so I wouldn’t have to travel for work anymore, and I certainly avoid flying for personal reasons whenever possible. It is not the traveling itself I abhor, it is the suspension of common sense we are all forced to endure while passing through the banal lines of bureaucrats.
They are the same at every airport I pass through. Bored, disinterested, impatient and often loud. Atlanta Jackson Hartsfield Airport (or whatever they call it these days) has the loudest TSA employees I’ve encountered. Dallas Fort Worth gets the honor of having the most impatient TSA representatives. Boston has the most disinterested group of polyster wearing petty bureaucrats shuffling around managing the ant farm.