Warning: Some posts on this platform may contain adult material intended for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is advised. By clicking ‘Continue’, you confirm that you are 18 years or older and consent to viewing explicit content.
I know this will be an unpopular opinion, but airports. And their bars. I have had so many interesting conversations with random strangers at airport bars.
And I mean genuine, honest, conversations. I had a layover in Vegas the day after a guy killed like 60 people at that concert. I had been in the Vegas airport many times before and it’s always so loud with the slot machines and people are excited and happy…there’s a lot going on.
That day, it was absolutely silent except for people crying and quietly chatting. It hit like a ton of bricks…the contrast. But everyone wanted to talk about it and tell their story - what they saw, how they escaped, etc. And granted, this isn’t a typical story and it’s tragic as fuck, but everyone has a story and I find that fascinating.
I know this will be an unpopular opinion, but airports. And their bars. I have had so many interesting conversations with random strangers at airport bars.
And I mean genuine, honest, conversations. I had a layover in Vegas the day after a guy killed like 60 people at that concert. I had been in the Vegas airport many times before and it’s always so loud with the slot machines and people are excited and happy…there’s a lot going on.
That day, it was absolutely silent except for people crying and quietly chatting. It hit like a ton of bricks…the contrast. But everyone wanted to talk about it and tell their story - what they saw, how they escaped, etc. And granted, this isn’t a typical story and it’s tragic as fuck, but everyone has a story and I find that fascinating.