Let the chaos begin!

A little boy runs to his grandfather, two little girls raise up a sign that says, “mommy we love you,” and a young man waits for his girlfriend with a bouquet of flowers. Yes, I wrote recently about how I love airport arrivals. I’m always amazed at how the arrivals gate can bring back my faith in humanity. 

A funny thing happens though. 

You step outside of the airport – it doesn’t matter if it’s the arrivals or departure line – and it becomes mass chaos. In those few little seconds that have passed, we seem to lose our head and our perspective.

Losing their marbles

Case in point. My son dropped me off recently early on a Sunday at the Las Vegas Airport to fly home. I would’ve thought it would have been a great time to get in and out of the airport. Oh, how wrong I was. It was like the last day of school, and everyone was running like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get out of the school. 

I thought I was at a giant truck rally. Push this way, push that way. Turn signals, oh my goodness, forget about them. Wait my turn, hello, what planet are you living on? It was like a huge mosh pit, but an angry one, where everyone is deliberately trying to hurt the next person. 

I kept thinking of the song “Who let dawgs outs?” and the irony of the situation. One spot in the airport was so civil and happy and how the next one, could be as crazy as a bunch of wild dogs running through a park, chasing after a man with a box full of hot dogs and doggy treats.

Feeding time at the zoo

It was crazy, very much a zoo. Fortunately, we parked far away, I got out and walked the rest of the way. I’m not a frequent traveler so it could be me overreacting, but it sure feels like there needs to be a better solution.

I have no answers, just a little ranting and raving and hoping for better results the next time I have to travel to the airport!

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