I love airports! They are the best place to people watch. I think the true personality of people appear when they begin to rush, squeeze, and politely step their way into Southwest's "A", "B", and "C" lines. My heart always goes out to the mother and/or father with young children who inevitably end up in the "C" line who are forced to beg and barter so that they don't have to sit seven rows away from their five year old. And I am amazed with the man who, out of hundreds of seats, has to sit right next to me. Does he have no sense of personal space? And my last observation...what crazy restaurant puts raisins in their yogurt parfait. I was so dissapointed...I thought they were blueberries. It was a sad discovery.
