Status Updates From Passengers

“The airport gods had vanished. They’d been left to fend for themselves. As if it were no longer an airport at all, but an enormous refugee camp. She tried to imagine all the castaway people crammed into every corner of every terminal.”

………of people waiting for the same answers. As if I enjoy being out here alone, withholding information. As if I have a cache of secret airline intelligence. He wouldn’t repeat the saccharine script he’d been trained to use in these periods of total ignorance, when he was expected to soothe the furious masses while his asshole superiors hidden away from the rabid public made their decisions in the dark.