Life as a Physicist

“At the airport? They’ve been written up as one of the best breakfast places in Seattle…”

I flew down to SLAC — San Francisco — early this morning. My flight left Seattle at 8:50am. I can’t remember the last time I was in a US airport that early. In the terminal — this is past security — there were long lines of people queued up for breakfast. 20 deep at the least at two breakfast places. Everyone was talking and having a grand old time. I usually depart in the mid-to-late afternoon and everyone is somber and focused on getting there. Not  here. It reminded me a lot of waiting for a commuter train to arrive. Not an airplane…

The other odd thing was the number of pregnant women. I counted 6, and I only started counting after I realized there were way more than I was used to seeing. About half of them were standing in line talking and fiddling with their blackberries. Sadly, I was too embarrassed to whip out my camera.