I love airports. The anticipation of going someplace new and exciting. Or sometimes on the other side, the anticipation of seeing a friend or loved one from too long ago.
Sitting in the pre-boarding area at LAX, it's fun to guess the purpose behind each traveler's trips. There are the usual visits to grandma and grandpa, but the mid-40s guy with the 20-something Asian chick? What's their story? How about the Phillipino family that just popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and is using it to wash down crackers and sub sandwiches! WTF?!?!
A big part of the airport experience is the drama that unfolds at baggage claim. While there are several anonymous drivers holding up signs with names for business pick-ups, all I see are the single and (sometimes) married men who are eagerly awaiting the arrival of their lovers. Some of these men bear flowers and balloons. Someday I'd like to have someone anxiously waiting to pick me up at the airport with flowers and a kiss.
Someday.
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But you were... You were met by an expectant and excited Mini Limey with a loved and slightly soggy bunny - at Gatwick Airport.
Love the Limeys
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