What are the features in airport?

Okay, so you want to know what airports are like, huh? Well, where do I even begin? Airports… they’re this weird combination of excitement and pure, unadulterated stress. I mean, on one hand, you’re about to GO SOMEWHERE! Adventure awaits! But on the other… oh man, the logistics.

First, you’ve got the check-in desks. Always a line, right? And you’re frantically digging for your passport, praying you haven’t accidentally left it at home. Then comes security. Seriously, is there anything more anxiety-inducing than airport security? I always feel like I’m doing something wrong, even when I’m not. The beeping, the taking off your shoes, the unpacking your laptop… ugh. One time, they made me take out a almost-empty tube of toothpaste! I wanted to ask if they thought I was planning to cause some serious trouble with it.

And then, once you’re through security, you’re bombarded with shops. Shops, shops, shops! Duty-free perfume, overpriced snacks, those little travel pillows that never actually seem comfortable. Honestly, it’s like they’re designed to separate you from every last penny you have before you even board the plane. I always end up buying something I don’t need, let’s be honest. Like that time I got a neck massager. Never used it.

Finally, you reach the waiting area. Cramped seats, the constant drone of announcements, and the quiet desperation of everyone around you hoping their flight isn’t delayed. And if you have to charge your phone? Good luck finding an outlet that isn’t already occupied. Oh, and God forbid you want to find somewhere quiet to chill for a sec.

Oh! And I almost forgot. The pièce de résistance… baggage claim. That swirling carousel of identical black suitcases. The agonizing wait, the slight panic that your bag is lost forever, and the triumphant moment when you finally spot it. Or the crushing disappointment when you don’t. Remember that movie where Tom Hanks’ character lives in an airport after his passport is stolen? I can kind of understand!

So yeah, airports. They’re an experience. But hey, at least they get you where you’re going… eventually. Worth it? Sometimes. Maybe after a big vacation, I can block out the memory of the airport and get excited to travel again. What do you think?