oh dude... so many airport thoughts. maybe it was the willy mason soundtrack to the whole thing. but it was this thought that humans are easy to figure out. we all stress about shit. and travelling sucks. it's hard. you have to remember a million things. carry the right id. the right stamp on the right ticket. be there on time. the right flight. the right day. and you deal with it. with all the shit of the delayed flights, the wrong train compartment, waitlisted tickets... and it's mostly dealing with people. who you can convince into helping you out. who the right person is (in the situation) to rely on. and sometimes some people are just so gorram nice. we're all in the same travel hell and just want to help out. just because the day has sucked, it doesnt mean you cant help someone with a bag or just commiserate.
feel the pain. hell yeah! (swearing to compensate for random sentimentality)
ps. goa airport. the scene: waiting for boarding to begin. vijay mallya walks in. people fucking stand up and hush down. he is the man. also kingfisher has smooth pilots. so good. it was like "what? we've landed? that was it? chill".
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