Since the terrorists have cancelled most of the fun stuff I used to love at LAX (taunting Hari Krishnas foremost), we have to make our own amusement. For example, in the bowels of Terminal 3, we got to pretend we were at the zoo. They've got a little outdoor patio for smokers , enclosed on one side with glass. It looks for all the world like a zoo exhibit -- we were expecting to see a small placard explaining the species, Smokus Chainus. Perhaps they used to roam free over the entire greater Los Angeles basin, usually in packs, until they were hunted to near-extinction. LAX could initiate a breeding program, but that would involve the installation of a bar, and I don't think there's that kind of room in the enclosure.
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