Note: the following was written, edited, and published in the middle of an all-nighter. All typos and style fails are strictly rhetorical.
I’m writing this in Terminal 2 at Dublin Airport at four in the morning. I’ve decided to turn an overnight layover into an espresso-fueled writing spree. Here’s what I got up to during my impromptu residence.
I Observed and Took Notes
What was cool about spending a waking night in an airport is that all the people I was people-watching were doing the same thing, but they were all doing it differently.
Some people clutched their luggage while they slept, some knew my leg-hooked-through-the-pack-strap trik. One young lady seemed to be having a staring contest with her upright rolling luggage, totally paranoid. One guy slept with his feet up on a luggage cart.
Other people didn’t seem worried enough about their bags.