Too Tired to Leave Terminal E in SLC

Even with its facelift, poor ol’ Terminal E in Salt Lake City continues to be one of the least pleasant airport terminals in the USA. Maybe it’s the constant, blaring announcements for flights that are boarding. (All of the planes are the size of tissue boxes, so they’re coming and going literally every few minutes.) Maybe it’s the fact that all of the rows of chairs are crammed together in way too close of proximity to each other. (Again, high volume/high turnover dictates the need.) Or MAYBE it’s the strategically-located, gigantic SMOKER’S ROOM right in the middle of everything. Total Cheech and Chong. Well. Sans the Mary Jane, I assume. But lots o’ smoke fogging up the windows and lots of stressed people going in and slightly less stressed people going out.

Anyway.

All I ever want to do is LEAVE Terminal E as fast as I can whenever I fly through SLC. I can time things JUST SO to leave from the Delta Sky Club, walk to Terminal E, and just walk out the door to be the very last person to board my flight. (No sense in boarding a tiny plane early.) Except this weekend. I just don’t have the energy. It’s crazy, but I just can’t will myself to move. So here I sit, watching the world go by.

I’ve seen a high school choir from Anchorage (cool!). And some VERY fit female bodybuilders (didn’t even know that genre existed in the world). Happy couples. Unhappy couples. And women walking in shoes that are absolutely INCREDIBLE—how do they do it? How do their knees not just BREAK IN TWO? It’s amazing.

It’s also time to board and so with that, I will sign off and head to Montana. I hope your Sabbath was a restful and God-centered one!

Blessings and g’nite,
Tara B.