When you’re bored out of your skull, because you’ve been sitting for hours waiting for your flight, an airport can be an interesting place — well, relatively speaking. Planes moves in and out. Trucks race past to some unknown destination. And some poor guy who doesn’t have anything better to do has lined up these luggage transport units with near-mathematical precision. Why? Only Delta knows for sure.
No rational person, given a choice, would venture to Florida in August. It’s so hot and humid outside that you feel enveloped as soon as you step outside of any building or car that is air-conditioned.
This poses a quandary for the near-sighted, glasses-wearing traveler. As soon as the moist air strikes the eyewear, your glasses immediately fog over completely, leaving you helplessly blinded and stumbling. Your choice at that point is to stand stock-still and act nonchalantly like you’re not doing it because your now-useless glasses have failed you, or remove your glasses and squint. I always choose the latter option.
I’ve worn glasses since I was six and am so used to them that they’re a part of me. The only time I still feel like a “four eyes” is when the fogging occurs.