Katie at the Airport

I legitimately have the worst track record with travel... Every time I try to leave Chicago,  my plane is delayed do to some bizarre occurrence, like a colonial women churning butter on the wing of an incoming flight. In looking for the positives, I tend to view this struggle as a sign from God that I should stay in Chicago. This is founded on the fact that I am only ever delayed in departure from this beloved city. Rarely, if at all, have I been thwarted in my attempts to get here. Personally, I'd rather just stay here, but my presence is sometimes requested in other areas of America. Indeed, i am beginning to feel like Eloise from those cute books I read as a child. Except instead of the Plaza, my domain is O'hare International Airport. Sitting here, wasting time in the airport, I have begun to reflect on all the ways I waste time in the airport. For your reading pleasure, I have compiled a list. These are the Top 20 Ways I Waste Time at the Airport:

1. Writing Blog posts about how I waste time at the airport 

2. Seeing how long I can go without getting up to go to the bathroom, get food, or buy a magazine

3. Discretely Listening to people's phone conversations 

4. Smiling at cute babies 

5. Picking a random word, like rutabaga, and saying it over and over again until it has no meaning 

6. Looking for the airport chapel

7. Conversing with the cashiers at those little newsstand places 

8. Watching the news. Well, more like reading the subtitles, since the tv is always on mute, until I can no longer take it. (This usually lasts around 5-51/2 minutes.) 

9. Determining if there are any secret scandals going on between the pilots and the flight attendants

10. Watching people's stuff while they go to the bathroom. ... Do I look like someone who is particularly trustworthy and reliable? (I suppose there are far worse things) 

11. Struggling with my mountainous mass of heavy things, once I give up on staying in my seat. (I trust no one.) 

12. Sending embarrassing snapchats of my face. ... Actually, I do that all the time 

13. Reading all the magazines at the newsstand, but committing to none of them. I'm a poor college student, ok! 

14. Reflecting on ways the airport could be more interesting. A movie theater, bowling alley, library, gym, and city hall would be great additions. (I basically live here anyway)

15. Looking for cute boys. 

16. Becoming frustrated at the lack of cute boys 

17. Buying strange foods I've never tried. Or at least considering the purchase of said foods 

18. Mentally rating the outfits of people walking by

19. Commiserating with my fellow travelers about our delayed flighted-ness*

20. Watching the sunset. And then rise several hours later, wondering how I spent so much of my life sitting in this slightly uncomfortable black patent leather chair. 

*don't judge my brilliant word creations