Sunday, January 07, 2007
Macworld Expo Diaries, Part Three
Last airport entry, I promise (at least until the trip home). Sitting here on the floor of the San Francisco airport, waiting for one of my fellow team members to arrive. I was sitting in the bar watching the football playoffs, but my MacBook's battery was just about down to zero and I had to make a choice between football and electricity, and I chose electricity. So I'm sitting near the baggage carousels, next to a random electrical outlet I found near a trash can.
The funny thing is, for whatever reason, there's literally no one else within eyeshot of me. I guess this particular airline had a gap in arrivals. There's a stand-and-stare security guard about twenty-five feet from me who's guarding a completely barren employee entrance, and since there's nothing else for her to do...you know where this is going.
I used to work security back in college, so I'm all too familiar with the look that says "I'm watching you but I don't want you to know I'm watching you." I think she's more bored than anything, wondering why I'm sitting here with two big suitcases in the middle of a barren baggage claim area, typing away on a laptop next to a trash can. I think she's more bored than anything. Wonder if she knows I'm writing about her.
Gotta go, here comes the staff. Goodbye airport life, hello Macworld Expo 2007.
Last airport entry, I promise (at least until the trip home). Sitting here on the floor of the San Francisco airport, waiting for one of my fellow team members to arrive. I was sitting in the bar watching the football playoffs, but my MacBook's battery was just about down to zero and I had to make a choice between football and electricity, and I chose electricity. So I'm sitting near the baggage carousels, next to a random electrical outlet I found near a trash can.
The funny thing is, for whatever reason, there's literally no one else within eyeshot of me. I guess this particular airline had a gap in arrivals. There's a stand-and-stare security guard about twenty-five feet from me who's guarding a completely barren employee entrance, and since there's nothing else for her to do...you know where this is going.
I used to work security back in college, so I'm all too familiar with the look that says "I'm watching you but I don't want you to know I'm watching you." I think she's more bored than anything, wondering why I'm sitting here with two big suitcases in the middle of a barren baggage claim area, typing away on a laptop next to a trash can. I think she's more bored than anything. Wonder if she knows I'm writing about her.
Gotta go, here comes the staff. Goodbye airport life, hello Macworld Expo 2007.
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