Airports and Cylons
I’ve noticed one thing in my travels through airports: power is king.
I routinely bring a laptop and MP3 player stocked with music and movies to watch during the flight but I always over prepare incase I get stuck waiting.
But all of this is for naught if you can’t find an outlet.
As I sit in DIA waiting another 3 hours for my flight, I’ve observed huddles of people, clutching to floor space near coveted outlets. Wires are strung across open space from phone booths to chairs 2 feet away. The most ambitious sit next to a computer booth next to someone else as they charge their cell phone on the one outlet the occupier isn’t using.
When it snows DIA must turn into a modern day Lord of the Flies as people degenerate into amp hoarding gangs of travelers, fending off other’s drained cellphones and computers. Entire tribes die as a circuit breaker trips and knocks out power to gate A25, leading to the remaining mounting an attack on Concourse B.
Maybe the smartest thing to pack is a powerstrip. It would give me absolute power converting two outlets into 6 or more! Or at least let me leech off an outlet someone else has already claimed.
As for today, it turns out Midwest is done with flights and their gates are nearly abandoned. A sweet spot next to a column with two untouched outlets allows me to write blog posts and watch Battlestar Galactica, saving me from certain social doom if my friends were to find out on Monday that I’d never seen the show.
If they really need a Cylon detector, why can’t they just use X-rays and metal detectors? The writers clearly never spent 6 hours in an airport.
