air travel

ever amusing to watch as the plane fitfully fills with passengers carefully hideously fearfully evaluate each new face chest shirt aura spirit demeanor comes down the aisle and their careless willingness to watch people trapped in line by some seasoned traveller who disdainfully brings a huge bag into is seat space and wastes precious 67 seconds trying to force fit under the ancient passenger seated in front of him jostling the elderly who has no idea not a whim of why their seat is jerking and bumping when they haven't even taken off yet then as finally the attendant grimly cheerfully takes the bag and puts it overhead where the oaf should have and the line staggers forward at fractional feet per minute and the person they evaluated as the worst one passes them by not to be seated by them heaving a sigh without moving praising god that wasn't their seatmate a truly horrific blind seated date for 5 hours and 23 minutes except for the headwinds we are ready to get in line again with the disciplined pilot path to runways leading to fascinating points of interest. 

them there's another 5 hour flight after this many miles and septillion molecules of air to go before I drug myself to sleep with dopamine agonists and pain relievers with unknown mechanism of causality although likely sheer fatigue will do the job perchance to dream, to sleep, aye. 

LAX in perpetual everlasting continuous persistent destruction and rebuilding and demodeling and remodeling with grubby plastic draped to make it even more UN refugee camp atmospheric unnatural with a stark lack complete absence of Delta flight agents in either of their terminals, at great odds with Atlanta where lines of desks manned with bored Delta flight agents were behind every crook and nanny. lined up in alcoves of information just for the asking. it seemed that if I'd walked up to them they'd have bid money to entice me to their desk first. but in LA, all are left to wander and wonder at the rows of sideways flat screens which won't list their flight even though it's one terminal  away.  

fail epically. 

LAX always has clientele which seem to have addiction problems or too many thousand dollar suits or maybe just a stack for just the shoes all mingled with dreadlocked Amerasians plus a female with auburn hair but also a huge blue streak and a huge yellow streak and she seems to be at least 65 and a face that has the bad aspects of the aged visage of steven tyler, all rumpled wrapped in faded rose sweat suit, slackers, cynical midlife men, and a very present older man with a silver bunny head on a cane.