Flying (landing) through the rain was an exhilarating experience. The Ottawa airport, however, is the source of some of the most dismal sights I have yet encountered. A tiny restaurant called Toast! -- one counter, two tables, and a small refrigerated soft-drink display. An ancient playplace for children -- an upright prism of three corners and an open side intended to simulate a cockpit and decorated with a minimal number of white switches and bulky, plastic microphones. Ten chairs alone and unoccupied in a large, wheelchair-accessible carpeted space a few feet off the ground, close toe three antiquated vending machines -- Coca-cola, Montclair and a dispenser of packaged snacks. Unidentified gates, unopened windows, unused phone booths. I love it. I wish I had a camera to complement my words.
The old terminal (a single corridor) is deserted at night (8:00 p.m.), but for gate 22, where the Montreal-bound are concentrated (less than 30 of us, sitting as if in hushed reverence of our surroundings). On the wall hangs this message, handwritten in black Sharpie and accompanied by an arrow pointing the way:
GATES
1-18
GO THRU
WALKWAY
TO
NEW BLDG
The plane has arrived. I wonder if they'll pre-board.
k, time to talk about shopping
I finally bought sandals. I also found this awesome store by the White Rock beach.
Shopping talk over. Book review.
Johnathan Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach
Here I am!
2 comments:
Let us take a moment of silence in light of the extremely well-written excerpt from a notebook.
I find it difficult to believe you are the type to squeal at the sight of a major clothes and accessories store opening its doors to the wide public with a major 50% off sale. In fact, I can see you in...let's say 16 years still wearing the shoes you have now. Of course, I say this in the good way.
And I shall check out that book. Did you know I saved 15$ with the purchase of 4 books for summer reading with a coupon and my iRewards card? I'm so proud of myself.
Ah, Sophia. You're absolutely right. Especially about the shoes. The running shoes from Grade Six finally fell apart at badminton finals, unfortunately.
Really? Teach me your ways....
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