Hollywood hills and suburban thrills...

I am currently sitting in SJC airport [San Jose, CA] waiting for my flight to start boarding. Have you ever sat in an airport and people watched? They really are the best places to people-watch.

 

 For instance, there is the lady sitting across from me with a dowdy black dress with interesting gray spots. She has a starbucks in her hand and is texting away. No one has ever told her it's annoying when people text with the keypad sounds on. And I wonder, what does she do with her life? How does she feel about her life? Is she texting and holding starbucks in an effort to keep up with the times or does she truly feel a need for those things. Does she just have allergies or are her germs going to float across the aisle and get me sick? Does she like that dress or did she get the idea from a magazine. Or both? Why is she heading to LA and what will she do when she gets there? She is reading from an official looking binder which makes me think she is going for work. Whom does she work for? Will she ever read this blog? Who knows....

 

On my right sit an older couple, dressed up like people used to dress up when they flew. Shined shoes, pressed slacks and a dapper vest for the husband. Complementing maroon jacket on her, accessorized with proper gold jewelry. The dainty black boots she wears have complementing gold buttons and her legs are crossed all proper. They sit on these uncomfortable plastic seats as if they are breakable dolls, fragilely holding their newspaper and magazine, as the woman sips on her coffee with creamer. Why are they going to LA? Do they live there? Have kids there? Are they trying to impress surrounding people or do they truly like to look like that? Who knows....

And then there’s the guy to my right. 18,19 maybe? African American, dark clothing, semi-fitted jeans. Matching neon green and magenta accents on his nike shoes, shirt and hat.  A nike bag that looks too big for whatever he is bringing with him as it flops limply on the floor. On the side is a basketball logo with the inscription KWA Rice. Is that a team and his last name? or an official team. I dont know, the only basketball i follow is SMC gaels. :) He stares straight ahead, intently focused on his Burger King breakfast sandwich. Hungrily he wolfs it down. After getting up to throw away the evidence of his quickly devoured meal, he stares at his boarding pass. I wonder where he is going and whether he knows I’m watching him or not. Oh, phone comes out. Even cool-looking teenage guys must tell their mother they passed through TSA’s security checkpoints. 

Now I’m on the plane and he is sitting across the aisle, the row behind me. He sits in his aisle seat with the whole row to himself and slumps low in his chair, noise-canceling headphones in over his ears, drowning out the incessant drone of the aircraft, eyes shut. Asleep perhaps? Who knows....

 

Gotta love the randomness....