Airports are not fun for most people. The thought of sleeping across three sticky, rib jabbing, butt smelling, fake leather chairs in a sweaty terminal on a 5 hour layover comes to mind. I for one love a good airport. It’s like a member’s only club that just a few thousand people are invited to on any given day. Don’t worry about the fact that all you have to do to be invited is buy a ticket…. and… not be a terrorist. Where else can you get a strip search, stuffed french toast, and ring worm all in one place??
