I could tell this was going to be a good vacation when I had already forgotten on my first day here what day of the week it was. It’s only gotten better since then.
Activities have included walking up the hill to fly a kite, chasing 3B around the garage–he on a Little Tikes car, me on a Plasma Car, napping, playing in a tent, walking in the brook, picking and eating fresh raspberries and engaging in general frivolity in Grammy’s driveway.
All of this playing brought to mind Mama’s trip here, which was marked by a nine-hour delay in LaGuardia, due to weather. 3B is a veteran traveler and so he was happy and well-behaved throughout, if a little tired by the time they finally met Grammy. However, their ordeal has raised this question in my mind…
How is it that McDonald’s, which keeps costs down by having the smallest restaurants possible and whose most dangerous product is hot coffee, finds it worthwhile to spend the money to expand restaurants and increase their exposure to liability lawsuits by adding PlayPlaces to them, but airports, who consume thousands of acres of land and whose core business is stuffing as many people as possible into thin-skinned steel tubes full of explosive jet fuel and hurling those javelins into the sky at hundreds of miles an hour, can’t find the square footage or a lawyer to write the indemnifying clauses necessary to build PlayPlaces?
Really…why don’t airports have PlayPlaces? Seriously, if they can accommodate Brookstone–because we all need a digital nose hair trimmer at 35,000 feet–I think they could provide something that’s an actual service to travelers.