8.07.25: The Airport “Me”

There’s a version of me that only exists at airports. He’s overly early, obsessively checks the gate, and suddenly cares deeply about hydration and charging cables. He’s a freak. He walks faster than he ever does in real life. He calculates the boarding group like it’s chess. And he always thinks he’s forgotten something. Regular me barely remembers to put his keys in the same place. Airport me? Flawless execution. Honestly, I wish I could summon that version of myself during work meetings or tax season. But no. He only lives between terminals and overpriced sandwiches.