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Wednesday, October 13, 2010AIRPORTS - GREAT FOR PEOPLE WATCHING Airports can be strange places. You can see a whole range of emotions on travellers faces, or on those who have come to say goodbye to friends or family.We had a 5hr wait for our flight out of Tegel airport in Berlin & some of the things I saw that day, seem to have stayed in my mind. One of those instances was of a mother with a toddler, at the airport to say goodbye to her husband/partner & father of the child. The man had already passed through the check-in counter had come to stand at the glass wall that separates passengers from the rest of the public. He was knelt down, close to the ground & on the other side of the glass, his wife was holding onto their child, who for several very long minutes, was screaming hysterically "daddy..............daddddyyyyy!" The child - no more than 3yrs of age - was utterly distraught, sobbing uncontrollably & like I said, between sobs, screaming frantically for her daddy. This wasn't a quick, fond farewell. This was an act of pure sadism on the mothers part! It's not like the woman couldn't see of hear what her child was doing - fuckin' hell, the sound of an A380 starting up its engines would've been drowned out by the screams from this little human. I hope the bitch suffered with a headache from hell after dragging out the prolonged goodbye for her child! Scenes like that tend to linger in little minds & I wouldn't mind betting the poor sprog throws a right wobble the next time her mum says they're going to the airport. I saw a girl - in her mid teens I reckon, with green highlighted hair. Green. She was with another dingbat & they walked past the queue at the check-in counter several times. Trying to get attention perhaps? Looking like a mouldy twat? Definitely. Outside the airport, there is an old railway carriage, that has been converted into a cafe/restaurant. There were quite a few people milling around. One chap, dressed in a T-shirt (bearing his club name) & tracksuit pants, quite literally appeared to enjoy every single mouthful of the glass of beer he was drinking. He'd run the Berlin Marathon & had the medal draped around his neck to prove it. Methinks he rewarded himself for his effort. Another man stood near the railway carriage & he really caught my attention. He was what I'd call a toff - you could just tell by his appearance that he wasn't your average accountant/headmaster/doctor - he was a proper toff (innit). He was impeccably dressed in a tailored sports jacket, designer shirt & trousers, with brown brogue shoes. The only thing missing was a monocle. He sipped his beer, spoke quietly on his cellphone & smoked his cigarette oh so elegantly, all the while pacing to & fro in what appeared to be a mild form of frustration. I could just imagine him telling someone that it was 'bleddy infuriating having to wait for the chauffeur to bring the Bentley around - damn peasants have no concept of time what?'. He probably went home & buggered his teddybear senseless. Just before we headed back into the terminal building, I watched a scruffy looking bloke, going around all the people stood having a drink or a smoke near the restaurant. He said "cigarette" - nothing else. No "please, can you spare me a smoke?", just "cigarette". After approaching half a dozen people & getting no joy, he sloped off to the shadows, whipped out a packet of fags & lit one of his own! It takes all sorts to make the world go around hey?  
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