If you’ve ever seen the movie “The Terminal” then you probably have some sort of clue what I’ve seen in my last 3 days of flying standby. I’ve been showing up at the same place and spending my days waiting for a flight to take me where I need to go. Every time I show up at the terminal, there’s this retired guy that stands about 18 inches in front of the only TV (mounted on the wall) in the passenger area. And he stands there, either with his arms crossed or at a modified “parade rest,” watching C-SPAN or C-SPAN2, for the whole day! Sure, he’ll occasionally move his luggage (under the TV, which consists of a boxed-up mountain bike, a sleeping bag, and a ruck sack) over to the bathroom to put some hot water in a Cup of Noodles, but other than that, he stands a measured 18 inches from the TV screen and watches… C-SPAN… unmoving…
Usually by the time the last flight has left and we’re packing up to leave and try again tomorrow, I almost trip over him as I walk outside. At night, he drags his bags outside (because the building gets locked up) and sleeps in his clothes against the building by his bags. Every day I show back up, he’s assumed his rightful position in front of the TV. It’s pretty humorous.
He’s talked to us a few times, and it is pretty evident that some of the fries got left out of the Happy Meal. But hey, whatever makes you happy in life. The people that work here say that he’ll get a flight out for a few weeks to somewhere random, and then come back and live in the terminal for a week or two until he can get another flight to another location. I guess he’s even answered the phone for them a few times. I couldn’t imagine doing that when I retire. Unbelievable.
A side note: the quality of the pictures kinda suck because I got them via a camera-phone (it was all I had). At least I could play it off like I was talking on the phone. I managed to get them without disturbing the guy from his C-SPAN watching.