The whole company flew to Los Angeles for a meeting this week. It was a long flight, with a connection in Charlotte, North Carolina. When I got to Los Angeles, I was tired and drained. I suddenly realized I wasn’t sure which Los Angeles airport we’d come into–was it LAX, or John Wayne, or Burbank?
I stepped out of the gate and into the first store I saw, "Bow Wow Meow," a place that sells nothing but pet accessories. The coffee shops and magazine stores were full, but this place was empty but for one lone bored person behind the register.
"Excuse me," I began, "This is going to be the stupidest question you’ll hear all day."
"Pardon?"
"What airport is this?"
"We’re in Terminal 1."
"No, I mean, what airport?"
She stared at me.
I tried again, "Is this LAX?"
"Yes," she nodded, fighting a smile. "This is Terminal 1 of Los Angeles International Airport."
"See? I told you it was the stupidest question you’ll get all day."
She laughed and I left. I’d have bought something, but I don’t have a cat or a dog or a brain.
–Peter
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