Oasis Of Boredom

I sit and wait
looking across the vast tiled floor
It reminds me of a still lake
reflecting an army of wandering lost souls
loitering in every corner

Tedious thumb twiddling
I glance at the screen
the same screen that I looked at 2 minutes before
and 2 minutes before that
but hold on; excitement!
I spy a difference...
but my brain is slow at deciphering the change
the mist clears...
Flight 2043 – DELAYED

Filled with dread, I review my options for the long evening ahead:
1) Try to sleep somewhere really uncomfortable and fail
2) Cram yet more un-edible food into my already over stretched holiday stomach
3) Watch a load of planes taking off and landing
4) Walk aimlessly around all the shops again; the shops with nothing worth buying!
I mean, how much bloody perfume does a women need?
5) Search my old tattered mobile phone for any pointless games that I can find to play

Several hours pass
and having now abused all five of the above recreational activities
boredom sets in like rig amortise
sitting in a plastic chair staring into space
I resemble some kind of care in the community patient

the fun of having my suitcase wrapped in cling film is now a distant memory
and my journey through passport control
being forced to strip naked
and having my toothpaste confiscated in case I use it to crash the plane
now seems positively exciting

Is this it?
Will I be here for ever?

and then...
the screen...
something...
changing...
Flight 2043 - PROCEED TO GATE D2

I grab my wheelie case and run
skipping and dancing along my automated yellow brick road

D2 is a welcome sight
a crowd of weary travellers stand
swaying like wildebeest
and when the word is heard
a stampede ensues

Sticking close to the pack I finally make it onto the plane
I find my cramped seat
and, with great relief
fall into it

as my nightmare draws to a close
I reflect on my recent adventures and smile
Because however much I hate this place
I know that the first chance I get...

I’ll do it all over again!