I dislike airport food.
Airline food (such as it is) is just as bad.
I’m sitting in the departure “lounge” of Dallas Ft. Worth International Airport awaiting my departure in two hours. Across from where I am sitting is a Burger King – only slightly above YUCK STAGE from McDonald’s which is the worse food in the world for humans to eat.
I would only go and buy a Quarter Pounder w/Cheese (onions only) if I was starving and there was no other food being produced on Planet Earth.
I just bought a bottle of ice cold water instead.
It is strange to be away from Cris and the children – even if it would be for a few days.
I saw them all via Skype this morning. Toni didn’t want to speak with me, Nick just screamed, and Baby Jeff Jr. fatter than ever.
My goodness!
So I muse here, with advertising all around me, seated in a leather padded chair and as I look around me I see my fellow Americans slowly filing in.
What a difference being away from the USA for the past nine years has made on me!
In America, no one seems to smile anymore.
And certainly no one ever makes “eye” contact.
Or maybe it’s just me.
Everyone does that in Asia — or at least in my experience — as making contact with another person solidifies your acceptance as another human being. It’s a bit complex but basically when you look at someone in China, it’s like saying “Good Morning” or “Good Day” without saying anything.
Sigh.
Now I can really notice that “Burger King” smell whiffing across the hallway.
Sigh.
I am trying not to think about food right now.
Maybe Cris have some leftover adobo waiting for me when I get back to her later tonight.
Sigh.
More people are filing into the waiting area – the next flight leaves for Chicago in an hour – then it’s my flight.
I’ve only been gone three days and I miss Cris and the kids terribly.
Now the Burger King smell is starting to get to me.
For now, the real question is …
Will it be onion rings or french fries?
