Over time, I have allowed my feelings to fester about middle management drones in US airports. I am saddened by the loathing I have nurtured, and at the same time, I am weary of a me-first moral de-evolution of the roosters wandering the airport barnyard, cell phones pressed to their ears. Eyes forward, their self aggrandizement and absorption propels them forward, running over feet of perceived lesser beings with their wheeled equipage. Smug bores in their belief to entitlement to more than everyone else.
Maybe they are not this way at home with their families, friends, and lovers. I’d like to believe they’re not, because that would allow me some room for forgiveness of their terrible humanness.