Observations From An Hour in the Seattle Airport Bookstore

I guess the Seattle airport is one of the best to spend three hours. Not  because my phone failed to update its time display, thus fooling me to believe I only had two hours left, right up until I was standing quite alone in gate N3. That could have happened in any airport. The Seattle airport had a violinist in the lunch court and a hundred retailers!

But 90% of them were restaurants which would only have serviced about 20% of my time, even if I ate slowly. I had been reading David Foster Wallace on the flight there…  one of his essays that makes me feel dumber and smarter for reading it, but mostly  dumber. There was also a good looking guy across the aisle reading Atlas Shrugged (I got it, asshole, you’ve got the brain and the look!). No – it was time for some easy reading. Time for the airport book store:

I know more than one stand-up comedian has riffed tiredly on this, but I am still amazed they sell pornography in these places… Yet I am still disappointed / relieved I have never seen any on the airplane… Do other people think like this? Should I buy some to make/ break someone  else’s day sitting next to me? this would be the only reason for such a purchase… Regardless, this book store redeems itself by offering six Kurt Vonnegut books on sale…

There are way more heavy metal bands/ lead singers from the eighties with autobiographies than I ever could have realized or wanted… the fifteen I’ve read tell the same story and I haven’t scratched the lacquered surface…

There are a shit load of good books I will never read… This makes me sad… It makes me happy there is a whole stanchion of Tom Clancy books I will never even pick up…

Enough people have read about “Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat to Change the World” to make it a bestseller…

It is still hard to type on a phone… TE.