PHL

Anyone that has booked a plane ticket online flying out of philadelphia, knows these three letters, PHL. The philadelphia airport is one interesting place. i picked up my parents from the airport today. whenever i go to PHL i find myself in a constant stressed out mode. whether leaving myself or picking someone up, i always feel panicked. like the other day when we were leaving for the cruise. greg pulled up to the curb and took our bags out of the trunk (he's such a gentlemen) and no sooner were they on the ground that an attendant was picking them up to throw them on a conveyor belt. here i wanted to have a nice "good-bye" moment with greg and i'm immediately distracted by my luggage floating away wondering how they know what plane to send it to. the "good-bye" moment is lost and possibly my luggage too.

this is from their website. where is this view of PHL.

then there is the ever pleseant trip to PHL to pick someone up (mom and dad, if you are reading this, don't worry, i didn't mind picking you up today. just merely blogging.) inevitably, i always leave my house too late so i'm rushing down 202 just to hit red light after red light panicking because the plane is supposed to be landing and i'm sitting on 202. finally i pull into the airport hoping that by some strange miracle, they will call and say we just walked out but that doesn't happen so you slowly drive by the police officer hoping he won't yell at you but he does. so you make the dreaded loop to return to the terminal. along the way, you see car after car waiting on the side of the road directly in front of the posted signs and the blinking signs saying "do not stop on the side of the road and wait for the cell phone call telling you to come pick up your loved ones". (maybe that was an exageration) you ponder, they are stopped, should i stop, maybe if i park in the middle of the row of cars, the cop won't possibly pick me to ticket. i pull over, within minutes, a cop comes around the corner. i quickly pull back out on the road thinking possibly he won't notice. he quickly drives past me and the 50 other cars. it's like they don't even see the cars blatantly disobeying the signs and now i've lost my spot so i can't go back. i have to go back to the terminal. no not another loop. then you get the call, "we're walking out now." why does it take so long for them to get outside? don't they realize that you are risking your life sitting for more then a few moments outside baggage claim. can't you just walk a little faster. finally, they come, you throw the bags in the car, try to manuvere around the hundreds of other cars acting like they are not waiting just to get on 95 and sit in traffic. i don't quite know why but for some reason, whenever i go to PHL, i get completely stressed out.