I'm sittin' in an airport. Waitin' for my plane to come. So I can go to Alabama.
Do you know I love people watching? It's so entertaining. Like the guy outside with the orange sticks- you know, the one who directs the plane where to park... well he is throwing his sticks high into the air then attempting to catch 'em. I think he must be bored. He's talented at twirling them too. Now here comes the plane. Looks like he has work to do.
Across from me there is a sweet looking old lady. She is reading a book called "Brides of Arkansas." I like her earrings and matching necklace. And the red purse. Theres a couple sitting against the window and another couple besides them. The lady next to me is either talking to herself or her iPod. I'm not sure which. And there is a little kid runny around with a cute lamb stuffed animal.
Brr. Someone opened a door because there's a draft. Looks like the plane is about to unload. (Hopefully no one is reading this over my shoulder. They might think I'm a total creeper.)