I was a weird teenager. I liked to hang out at the airport. Not just any airport, either - Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. one of the bsiest airports in the world. Now, this was before the security changes after 9/11. So it was actually not so much of a headache to be there. I rarely flew out of Hartsfield during those years, but I seemed to have reason to be there nonetheless. Karen frequently flew, and it seems that I always accompanied her to the airport to see her off.One of the best parts was the Fun Train. It takes you from concourse to concourse. Basically it's like a subway. It's cool because it used to make lazer-shooting noises at you if you were blocking the doors when it was about to depart. But apparently somebody got offended, because it hasn't done that for years now. It also used to have an unintelligible recorded voice telling you which flights were at the next stop and so forth. I think it's name was Hal.
Other fun at the airport included playing with the pay phones, looking in the expensive shops, and people-watching. The baggage claims were also lots of fun. We couldn't ride in them for long because a security person would see us, but they didn't seem to mind when we climbed up to the top and sat there on the stationary part. Karen's mom obviously didn't mind either, since she took the photo of us.
So once again, a place of good, cheap fun for Atlanta teenagers - the airport.
Update: You can hear Hal here!
