Omari's Blog

Today I am travelling through the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, which reminds me of something I dreamed up when I was last there years ago.

Usually there are huge windows on the airport concourse, so you can look outside and see the waiting aircraft. The last time I was at DFW, though, the terminal was under construction. This transformed it into a dark, walled-in rabbit warren, with no view of the outside.

Once the airline finally began to board my flight, I entered the jetway. I couldn't see any airplanes from the airport, and the jetway was no different: it was a long, winding tunnel with one turn after another. I couldn't see what was waiting at the end.

While in the jetway I started to wonder if there was even an airplane at the end. Maybe the jetway would simply end and I would be pitched onto the tarmac. More fun, though, was the thought of a big, bubbling hot tub. I imagined some people in the tub who looked vaguely like airline crew members stripped of their blue uniforms, along with some bare-chested passengers. They were sitting in the hot tub, holding beverages with those little umbrellas in them, laughing and having a grand time.

I get to the end of the jetway and I'm a bit puzzled to see this steaming, bubbling fun fest, but I quickly lost my trepidation. "Hey, it's great in here. Jump on in!" someone told me. Conveniently there were some swim trunks on a shelf right there at the end of the jetway. I stripped, put on the trunks, and jumped into the hot tub.

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