As I wait for my flight to Las Vegas, I just realized how noisy these places are. Scratchy intercoms throughout the terminal blurting out that the gate number 3, flight 71 to Mars is ready to go.
I could buy something to eat but I'm not that hungry. I could drink some coffee but want to sleep on the plane. I have twenty minutes before they call my flight. Twenty minutes of waiting and thought.
Okay, now I'm hungry. I could eat.