Thursday, August 13, 2009
Airport Confessional -- Charlotte-Douglas International Airport
Just got off the plane to the most glorious bathroom break ever, replete with the tastiest mint I’ve ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. Where am I, you ask, that still has bathroom attendants that give mints and other essential toiletries? Charlotte-Douglas International Airport in Charlotte, NC. The time is 10:32 in the morning and we landed in thinning fog; the sun is not burning through the windows and my poor little Goth eyeballs are safe and happy. This airport, at least this wing of it, feels smaller even than the one I just left, no easy feat considering SRQ International isn’t all that big in the first place.
I love flying. It’s not something I get to do very often so it’s always a treat. I hope, if I end up flying around more and more in my career, that I never lose the wonder that I have when I fly. I tend to sleep through the actual flight part, at least when we’re up above the clouds and all you can see is cotton for miles and miles, but I really enjoy the take off and landings. Especially this time. I’ve never seen a rainbow from above before and I saw at least six before we reached cruising altitude. And we passed underneath a cloud formation that looked to me, thanks to the miracle of matrixing, like a white phoenix. I couldn’t get a picture of it, though, so some random clouds will have to do. Just trust me when I say it was very cool.
I like to look around at my fellow passengers during take-off and landing. It surprises me just how many don’t look through the window during the really exciting stuff, much less when we’re soaring over the earth at a bazillion miles an hour. Like I’d mentioned previously, but with much different wording, I think a lot of our problems could be solved if people just looked around.
I think they’re going to start boarding soon. More to come from the land of Cleve!