I like airports

Many people say they hate airports cos it reminds them of being separated with someone they love.

Me on the other hand… i love airports.
To me, it smells of adventure and wannabe-clean.
Even if i’m not going somewhere, i get all excited in an airport.
And remind myself (somewhat miserably) than i’m not the one flying off.

I smsed my friend my time of arrival.
“Hey babe, i’ll be reaching at —- okay.”
“Oh. I’ll be having a press conference then. Don’t worry i’ll send someone to pick you up.”
“Ok cool. Are they going to be holding a card up with my name on it…. awesome.”
“Yea. Saying Joyce The Fairy on it. I’ll describe the person to you so you won’t get kidnapped or worst follow some chicopek home.”

I’m not sure what a chicopek is… but he sure sounds yucky.