Yesterday we knew that we would be in the Winnipeg airport for something on the order of four hours. With the delays caused by mechanical issues in the aircraft coming from Minneapolis St. Paul to pick us up, it ended up being way over seven hours.
I get bored easily.
I’m easily amused.
I don’t get embarrassed easily.
This is a bad combination.
I went looking for new friends. The good folks who designed the “holding pen” (I think that was actually their term) which is two or three gates at the Winnipeg airport for flights going to the US, where they can isolate the folks who had already cleared US customs) knew there would be people like me. So they put a friend there to find.
And what does one do with new friends? TAKE SELFIES!
Suffice it to say, the BEST part of this was watching the faces of many of the other travelers waiting in “the holding pen”. Particularly the ones who were likely from other cultural backgrounds, where a certain amount of decorum and cooth is expected, especially in public. There were people who were openly horrified to think that they were getting on the same plane as I was and then being locked in with me. Others were snickering and trying not to get caught pointing because that would be “rude,” but it was a losing battle.
My work was done – I had helped ease their boredom for a tiny bit of those seven-plus hours. “Ooh, look at that lunatice American!”
Yep!
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