the time, I’ve had opportunity to meet a few celebrities. Every time it happens, the thing that amazes
me the most is that I seem to be the only one who notices them. I made a connection in
class. Billy Gibbons and Dusty Hill from
the rock group ZZ-Top walked onto the plane right after me. Dusty Hill, complete with the mid-chest
length beard and Ray Ban sunglasses sat right next to me. He showed me pictures of the new truck he was
having customized for his daughter, and we talked about the Blues and Rock
music for the two hour trip home. We
left the plane together and not a single solitary sole recognized him during
the long walk to the baggage claim area at the Houston Hobby airport.
sitting in an airport having coffee, I’ve seen Julie Andrews, Barry Manilow,
Hulk Hogan, and I met National Geographic photographer, Thomas Mangelsen.
We all pay
attention, but I guess we’re all busy paying attention to different
things. My dear friend Shelly told me once
that her husband teases her that she’s missed a few celebrities because she
looks down and watches her feet when she walks!
Shelly is a tiny woman, her little feet couldn’t be bigger than a size 4
so maybe she needs to watch them to make sure they don’t lodge themselves stuck
in a crack of the sidewalk or something.
I have the opposite problem; I’m forever tripping over things and
walking into fire-hydrants because I’m always looking up at buildings, buses,
travel, it’s necessary to pay attention to the space in the airport. It’s astounding how many people walk into
each other, walk past their gates, or just cause trouble to others because they
have no idea what’s going on. Yesterday
I noticed a family of four waiting in the security line for their luggage to
pass through the x-ray machine before they walked through the metal
detector. They hadn’t placed their bags
on the conveyor, so nothing was moving.
Not their bags, not them, not the “helpful” TSA agents…
everything stopped. I clicked on the
stopwatch in my watch and almost had an aneurism as 6 entire minutes passed
by. Finally, I stepped forward to the table
and pushed their stuff through and told them, “You need to get it on the
belt for it to move.”
walking through the airport, look around!
Your concourse and gate are important, but so are the others. What if your gate changes? Would you have to go through another security
gate to access a different concourse? If
you have time for a snack, how close is the restaurant to your gate? If the airport has a tram, where does it
go? Is it faster to walk than to wait
for it? Is there a looped hallway or
concourse to walk around to burn some calories or kill some time? Where’s the nearest ATM for your bank? Outlet for your laptop? Is that Starbucks the same one you just
walked by? You can get answers to all of
these questions by spending just a minute or two in front of an airport map, or
with your nose in the back of the airline magazine while you’re on the