Sunday, June 22, 2008
You know them. People who are brought to the airport 4 hours early by Super Shuttle or who land in some hub like DFW or Charlotte at some God-forsaken hour like 4am with a 3 hour layover. The Airport Zombie. They've already done Pizza Hut, perused the magazine covers for hints on how to get those swimsuit-ready abs or achieve the perfect orgasm, contemplated buying a Charlotte gift mug or a DFW plastic snow globe, had a Cinnabon, and now wander the concourses very slowly with a blank expression and vacant eyes and a venti Starbucks. Be kind to them.