Reflections of the airport

After a day or so, I realized I left put some airport gems. First of all, teenagers have retreated back to the 80s. A blonde Caucasian girl looked about 15 years old. Her hair was wavy, worn down but parted way over to make it swoop. She had a full denim outfit. The faded blue Jean jacket with a rainbow pin on the left pocket. Her blue jeans were tight but straight, not skinny, and cuffed at the bottom. She wore a white polo shirt under the jacket and white oval flat tennis shoes. And to top it off, she sported a scrunchie on each wrist! Then there was a teenage boy, maybe 16. He wore his hair medium length and somewhat unsettled. He wore a Bowie t-shirt and basically the same blue jeans as the girl, but in mens. Cuffed at the bottom and all. I am a 90s baby, so I just assumed we all agreed that the 80s styles were frowned upon and never to be repeated. I think we let them watch too many John Hughes movies.

Then there were the airport runners. While I sat there and drank that impeccable bloody mary, I noticed a runner every 3 to 5 minutes.

I recalled the time I was an airport runner. O'Hare is huge and sometimes you only have about a 20 minute layover, meaning they are already boarding your flight when you land. The anxiety of missing your flight seeps in and you run. Like the sports car that recklessly changes lanes on the interstate, you pick up your luggage and zoom in and around people and cross you fingers, hoping you make it.

Now back to the bloody mary. Out of peripheral vision you could spot one of these runners in existential dreams every few minutes, in full sprint. It made my 3 hour layover feel leisurely.