The Gate Wait

I am sitting in the airport in Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

I am sitting at my gate waiting to depart for Athens, Greece.

The gate area has slowly filled up during the duration of the last two and a half hours, when it was just me and a small yia-yia. I miss those times.

The gate is now full with numerous families (that resemble having possible Greek backgrounds,) Caucasian high school graduates (girls) possibly completing #19 of the 'Stuff White People Like' book (International Travel,) and extremely elderly individuals who you can tell simply hate America.

Needless to say, this is a safe haven for hilarity.

There is a 15/16 yr. old girl who has been speaking with a guy on her cellular with whom she has been flirting with for the past hour.

She can't wait to see him, she can't wait to meet his family, and she needs to know if her "American VISA will work in Greece." The whole scenario screamed 'arranged marriage.'

And as for the recent high school grads, let's just say that I am most positive that 'Taken' was premonitionally based off of their upcoming vacation. But they're with their "mothers", and I use that term (judgementally) loosely. Unhealthily tiny, tan, chunky Highlights from the 90's, and the worst couple of breast augmentations I have ever seen.