Sunday, September 2, 2012

Spectator Sport: Flight or Fright

     


             My heart begins to race as we reach the grandiose airport. For the past two hours, I have been wide-awaked and excited. It has been a long time since I went aboard. My parents wish me to have safe and fun trip. My mom, who was especially worried about letting her daughter to go alone for the first time, gave me a tight hug. “Mom, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of myself. I’ll contact you when I can, I promise.” So I head into the airport gate, pulling along my huge suitcase. It is almost midnight so there aren't many people at the airport. The airport is so pacific that my heavy suitcase's wheels make screeching sound with the concrete floor all along the way. However the sound didn't bother me. All I think about is the trip waiting ahead. I drag my luggage all the way to the last row to check in and receive my boarding ticket. Then I go to the departure and pass through some security checks.


            There are lots of duty free shops opening, but not many people went in. I could even count the number of people in the shops! Well, it’s an hour before the flight arrives so I decide to stroll around. People are walking around and texting on their phone. There is strident sound of message popping every single second. 'Beep, beep!' And my heart goes, 'Thud, thud.' I feel so excited that I can’t stand still. Not only me seem to be excited, the two girls in front of me chitchat cheerfully. “It’s gonna be fun.” “I feel like flying on my feet now.”
            I could smell different scent of fragrance that came out of the shop from time to time. Among the assertive smell of fragrance, was a smell of coffee. The mellow businessman in grey tuxedo is carefully sipping from the mug. The vapor of the coffee is slowly drifting from the cup and spread into the air. Even I, who doesn’t drink coffee, sense the thirst to drink. I can imagine the taste of bitterness and cream. Suddenly, something distracts me; ‘Attention please, passengers who are taking the flight 656, this is the final call for you to board the plane. Thank you.’
Huh, flight 656? That’s my flight. Uh, oh!