SFO

Hello.

As you might have guessed from the title of this blog post, it is about SFO. Conveniently I am also at SFO right now. At terminal C to be exact. Heading to Boston and what have you.

I love the airport. The variety of people on view here (when you’re not busy writing blog posts on your phone) is frankly astounding. I especially love to pay attention to the genre of people going to particular cities. In the TSA line I was positioned behind a woman with a significant amount of work done, and her Norwood toting, vaguely British-accented husband. I was astounded to find out that they were homeward bound to Atlanta! Not every story is so compelling though.

People at SFO tend to just look like they should be in San Francisco in the worst way possible. Whatever swag this city had historically has been ground to the bone by prolific vest wearers and misguided GORP diehards. I shed a tear at the sight of villainous masses of down feathers and brown leather shoes. Let’s do better SF.

Simultaneously, I think my favorite feature of San Francisco is SFO terminal 1. It’s probably the nicest terminal I’ve had the pleasure of rolling through. Of course it goes without saying that declaring an airport terminal that isn’t even geographically in the city isn’t gonna be a popular take but think about it this way: when I’m at the airport that means I’m leaving the bay. 

Just kidding I mostly like it here. 

Anyway. I’m about to board. Bye.

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