So, it's come to this: On a three hour layover in LAX, I've tweeted and texted and e-mailed so much that my iphone is almost out of battery. Most airports now have big towers of plugs next to the seats at each gate. American Airlines at the Los Angeles Airport doesn't . There are only two stands with the four plugs up high with no appropriate seats next to them. When those eight plugs are taken, folks resort to sitting on the cold marble floor next to a couple of pillars with two outlets each. After those are all used, the rest of us are screwed.
After sitting and reading an entire 1998 Martha Stewart (pre-prison) magazine I had found and finishing a crossword with my husband, a wonderful sound was heard. It was an overhead page announcing a flight that was now boarding for New York. People were starting to gather their things together and unplug their wires, cutting their lifelines.
By the time I had gathered my things together, one set of charging stations was already overtaken! Turning and walking briskly toward the other station, I noticed that there was a vacant outlet near the bottom of one of the pillars, but I shunned the cold floor. At the other station I saw a man answering the call to NY, but before I could make it over, another passenger whipped out his cord and plugged it in.
Turning around, I resigned myself to the hard floor. Oh, but just ahead of me I spy an older man wearing a cowboy hat, holding a cell phone in one hand and its cord in the other. He was glancing in the direction of the vacant plug,but didn't seem to see it. Deciding not to push by him, I gave him half a chance, and when he looked the other way, I swooped in for the save. I slid my back down the pillar and quickly stuck in the plug...but it wouldn't insert! After turning it and shoving, and checking the size of the prongs, I looked beseechingly at the young woman using the other plug for her laptop. She saw my frustration, and said, "You must have to push harder. A man was just using it." She gave it a shove and I was in business!
I only felt a little guilty as I looked up to see the man in the cowboy hat wandering, searching, to no avail.
After sitting and reading an entire 1998 Martha Stewart (pre-prison) magazine I had found and finishing a crossword with my husband, a wonderful sound was heard. It was an overhead page announcing a flight that was now boarding for New York. People were starting to gather their things together and unplug their wires, cutting their lifelines.
By the time I had gathered my things together, one set of charging stations was already overtaken! Turning and walking briskly toward the other station, I noticed that there was a vacant outlet near the bottom of one of the pillars, but I shunned the cold floor. At the other station I saw a man answering the call to NY, but before I could make it over, another passenger whipped out his cord and plugged it in.
Turning around, I resigned myself to the hard floor. Oh, but just ahead of me I spy an older man wearing a cowboy hat, holding a cell phone in one hand and its cord in the other. He was glancing in the direction of the vacant plug,but didn't seem to see it. Deciding not to push by him, I gave him half a chance, and when he looked the other way, I swooped in for the save. I slid my back down the pillar and quickly stuck in the plug...but it wouldn't insert! After turning it and shoving, and checking the size of the prongs, I looked beseechingly at the young woman using the other plug for her laptop. She saw my frustration, and said, "You must have to push harder. A man was just using it." She gave it a shove and I was in business!
I only felt a little guilty as I looked up to see the man in the cowboy hat wandering, searching, to no avail.
