I just got back from Palm Beach.
Not when you’re chasing investors, I assure you. In any case, I flew out of Fort Lauderdale. Which feels like LaGuardia/JFK in terms of sheer volume and noise. In the JetBlue terminal there wasn’t even space on the floor to sit. The area was teeming with humanity and not less than six canines. It struck me as funny that my gate (destination: Pittsburgh) was adjacent to Lima Peru departure gate. Because Pittsburgh and Lima are so close and so similar!
In any case, as I stood swaying from foot to foot trying to catch up on email and will the coming migraine away I caught sight of a concourse vendor. You know the one, peddling $3 granola bars and $5 waters? On the shelf next to the water were oilcans of Heineken and Bud. I looked again, certain I was seeing things. Then I looked around for signs prohibiting consumption. There were none. Then I looked at the populace around me. Many had said beers in hand. And were looking pretty happy about it.
If you’re gonna cram thousands of people and animals into a narrow and loud corridor smelling of fry oil and diesel, it’s nice to give them something to offset that discomfort.
I love that Lauderdale airport lets travelers, nay, encourages travelers to hang out with a can of beer while they wait. But why oh why isn’t there a sign saying something like; “You know it’s gonna be awhile – grab a brewski and chill out!” My good-girl nature kept making me second guess that open containers were legal so I didn’t run for a beer right away. I kept assessing, as my feet grew tired and my emails dwindled.
Finally after a second gate change and hour delay, I gave in. I bought that $9 oilcan and kicked off my heels and joined the humanity around me and was much happier for it.
Once I took that first sip it was as if my eyes opened and saw the hundreds of other people doing it too. I had a cohort of dozens of drinking buddies as I stood alone in a crowded concourse in my bare feet. United by the expensive cheap beer in our hands and committed to our traveling fates, we all gave each other a nod, a collective “cheers” to the journeys ahead.
Thanks Fort Lauderdale, for using alcohol for the power of good.
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