Posted on June 24, 2004
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For the first time in my life, I spent the night in an airport terminal. It seemed like a good idea at the time, after missing by a few minutes a connection at 11:30 PM and being booked on a flight that left at 7 AM. I figured that if we went to a hotel, we’d be there only three or four hours before we had to get up and back to the airport. Since our luggage made it but we didn’t, we had no clean clothes so even a shower would be somewhat lost on us after we put back on the previous day’s stinky garments.
It seemed alright to start, getting blankets and pillows from the airport staff and then finding rows of chairs without armrests on which we could lay out. At 3 AM, though, some power glitch made the alarm on every door in the entire terminal start sounding, which it did for the next 35 minutes. This is your standard fire alarm sounding thing at standard volume, ie earsplitting. When it finally got shut off, we actually did get a few hours of sleep. I’m not sure if it was the right or wrong decision but I can say that my one shot at this is not something I have much desire to repeat any time soon. There were a lot of bleary eyed looking folks wandering Hartsfield-Jackson, Terminal D this morning. What a suckass night.