Thursday, 2 June 2016

Addressing the genericness of airports

When you find out which airport you'll be going to for your flight, no-one has ever reacted by going "Oh boy, I sure do love Heathrow Terminal 3." No. It just doesn't happen. No-one has ever said "You know I really enjoy Gatwick, especially around ten in the morning!". Come on. I recognise that some airports are larger, more extensive and offer more services than others. But all in all they are souless concourses for airlines to pretend as if they understand you, and empathise with your delayed flight. This is a real gripe I have, soulessness of airports.

When you walk into one, it's always the same old shite. The same old white, but speckled with black tiles sprawling out towards the check in. The same old duty free offers of Toblerone's that you'll never fit in your hand luggage, and overpriced perfumes that are 40% off high street value. The only thing that vaguely brings character to airports are the bloody signs. To be fair I do prefer black/yellow over blue/white. The latter feels just so formal. And the service just feels so souless too. Going to an airport is a routine. You check-in, let the machine work, and get on a plane. Everything an airline does is try to make you feel special. The oddly smiley air hostess, and the celebratory landing music (which is figuratively saying "Look, you're alive! Applaud me."  Fuck off Ryanair.

But in the end does it really matter? That's what they're meant to be in the end. Airports don't need character. I don't complain about a bus station not having character. I'm just a bit grumpy today. But exams will be over soon, so no worries. Airports: they're alright, I guess.

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