The Weather Delay
04.14.06 01:13:06

I'm sitting in Laguardia Airport, delayed for hours by some weather system I cannot apparently see. Having become bored by David Sedaris, and desperate for a breath of fresh air denied to me by the Department of Homeland Security, I am left to pass the time by trying to figure out the couple sitting across from me.

They're not really a couple, mind you; more likely than not, they're business travellers.

One is clearly straight, chewing gum with reckless abandon while occassionally running his rough-hewn fingers through a thick mane of hair. The other is just as equally obviously gay, crossing his legs with a feminine flair matched by the dainty way in which he eats his pretzel. Though both men wear blue shirts with khaki pants, the former's plain shirt is loose and ill-fitting, and his pleated pants seem to hang off of him even when he sits. The latter looks trim in his pin-striped shirt, tailored slacks and designer eye-glasses.

Both men wear wedding rings, and I wonder if they're from New York and travelling elsewhere or awaiting a flight home. Mine is not the only flight delayed, so I know not to where they travel. How much do they know about each other, I think, these intrepid travellers bound by a common cause of industry, though possibly little else.

As the woman next to the gay one begins explaining to bored children not belonging to her the difference between knitting and crocheting, the straight one catches my stare and returns the gaze. I turn away, busying myself with searching for my phone. Upon finding it, I turn to the memopad function and begin to write.

Music: The Postal Service, Give Up