St. Louis, Missouri.
At the airport this morning and ‘People Watching’. Seems to be the sport of choice at airports these days doesn’t it?
Yea, it does. And with the fact that the St. Louis airport has a small allotment of rocking chairs placed throughout it’s terminals; it appears I’m people watching from one of the best seats in the house.
This setting easily lends itself to these sort of quiet observations. You never really get to see this many people, from so many backgrounds in the same place. Sure, you’ll see gatherings at sporting events, at the mall, etc. But aside from the basic gathering of people, airports tend to encourage a certain eagerness in us, allow the time for us to observe and in alot of ways we seem to be on display. So while we’re waiting to take our turn in the sky, we’re almost forced to sit back and watch the endless flow of humanity. New faces from different places and the flow of this keeps it’s pace with each arrival and departure.
- The golden girls. Three silver haired ladies over there laughing and counting down to their flight to Florida.
- The elderly business man, tall, tenured, crisply groomed, fully suited, ready – almost as if he’s got an inflight business meeting.
- The athlete, music in his earphones, hat on backwards. Backpack at his feet and he’s dressed for the gym….but he’s at the airport.
- The cougar. She’s by herself, she’s older, her clothes aren’t really telling us she’s ‘comfortable’. They’re telling everyone to ‘look at her’.
- The travelling family. I don’t know the destination, but they look excited. They could be going anywhere. Dad is smiling, mom is watching the kids, all seems well.
- The librarian. She’s a bigger lady. One hand on her starbucks, one hand controlling the pages of her novel. She’s warm, her jackets atop a thin turtle neck. Her carry-on open enough to reveal two magazines, a crossword puzzle and mabye three other paperback novels.
- The co-workers. Business tripping. Excited about the prospect of travel. Visibly over excited I think, they’re talking business but, way too loud. And their outfits could have come out of a National Lampoons movie.
- The OMG. Why are you wearing that. How could you think that’s cute/appropriate. Guys and girls fill this category today.
- The co-workers part II. Professionals this time. One guy is seated, two others are standing. The conversation is quiet and between them. The seated gentleman stands and the conversation continues. This is part of their routine.
- The beauty queen. She is beautiful. She is alone, she is not speaking. The guys around her are nervous beacuse they all want to say hello, but none of them want to look like a loser. They also don’t want to get caught staring at her…like a loser.
- The internationals. Dressed a bit differently, subtlely cool, distinctly foreign. They speak to each other about something; no one around them knows what this mornings topic is. But its cool just to listen to the languge. Under all the distinct differences of this group, the tourist aspect of their time here is evident. You see, the St. Louis stuffed animal matches nothing of what you’re style suggests sir. But it’s all good.
- The rebel. Long hair, dressed to his own standards and doesn’t care how anyone sees him. His headphoens are are he’s unshaven and he finds himself a seat somewhere in the corner.
- The airport employee. Working all day, watching people go places. Some look eager to work. Others look like they’re over it.
- The male model. Or trying to be. Way too perfect from top to bottom. Hair clean and seems like it’s been professionally prepared. Clothes look as if they were purhased before he got here. Muscles decent, the tan is not what you would expect for a land locked state.
- The children. It’s early so they’re moving in slow motion. Inquistive faces still but they are content to just observe. Children learn and with the seemingly infinite stimuli of all these different types of people, watching the world around them really is all they need. Until they wake up.
This goes on all day long. But its time to board now. Thank you rocking chair but window seat 27A is waiting for me now. On the way there we see the flight crew. Seasoned travellers and friendly. They’re really just trying to make this process as easy as possible. Not only for us, but for themselves as well. Walking through 1st class now and you can just see the clean clothes of it all, the upper class as it were. And their eyes are on you as you make your way to your seat. It’s your choice to greet them with a smile or simply keep it moving. To poke fun, be selective when doing this. Or just give everyone a goofy smile and be on your way.
In the end it’s awesome to see all of these people up close and personal. So many faces, different ethnicities, different styles and professions. If you’re into it, you really get the oppurtunity to take a glimpse into the lives of the people around you. People watching is fun that way. But it’s still morning and with yesterdays heavy travel schedule, I’m opting to sleep on this flight. Just a bit further to my requested window seat at 27A and… …..well… It looks like I’m going to be pressed into my requested window for 4 hours. The guy in 27B is about 4x the size of me…