Tonight I’m flying from New York City to Dallas, Texas on the red eye. My flight leaves at 1 am and won’t arrive until 5 am… yay. I’m flying home for the break to meet my family. When I enrolled in college they told me that they would pay for all of my flights to come home and visit them. Though, they had conveniently left out the fact that all of my flights would take place while the sun wasn’t out. However, this time I’m glad they decided to be cheap…
I’m planning to sleep on this flight, just like I do on most others. At the moment, I’m sitting in the terminal, waiting for the flight to begin boarding, and people watching as I often do. I sit straight up in one of the seats with my earbuds in and just stare out into the crowds.
I see plenty of different people walking by, some old, some young, some tall, some short, some ugly, some pretty. A family walks by with their two young sons. The dad drags one along in each hand. The mom has an oversized purse, and I swear she’s carrying a live chihuahua in there. I wonder how she snuck it past security…