Nerves of STL
It’s been many years since I had any reason to fly to Lambert-St. Louis International Airport — hint: it was a TWA flight — but apparently I haven’t missed anything:
Lambert is a pit. Carpet in gray-brown Dingytone® with a design on it drawn from the Early Schizolithic Era, exposed ventwork, industrial gray metal struts, flat, dull white ceilings, “subdued” lighting better suited to an automotive service bay and a wonderful view of the back of some hangars and sheds. Want a nice, inexpensive postcard or poster print of something like the famed St. Louis Arch or Cardinals Stadium? You’re out of luck. Want a tacky silvered picture frame that Elton John would pass on with a “That’s a bit too much” or maybe golf wear at a 15 percent markup from the retail outlets in your own hometown? Score!
Although our intrepid traveler has a more serious complaint:
Worst of all? Well, in the nearly 30 years I’ve been flying, never once has an attractive single woman in the proper age range sat down next to me and since there’s no more reserved seating, I don’t have anyone to blame that on but me.
Certainly it can’t be blamed on Lambert.
fillyjonk »
16 October 2009 · 7:50 am
Same thing here, only switch the gender. Never had a guy who wasn’t OBVIOUSLY married or otherwise off-the-table for me sit down anywhere near me in an airport (or train station, or, back when I used to take the bus, bus station – actually, bus stations are a whole ‘nother circle of Hell).
I remember un-fondly many, many hours spent in Lambert after the interview for my current job. I was flying back on a day (this was spring 1999) when the Mid-U.S. FAA radar decided to shut itself down. I didn’t get home until after 3 am, having been in transit since 1 pm the previous day.
Brian J. »
17 October 2009 · 8:01 am
As a point of interest, Lambert is run by the city of St. Louis, so why would you expect it to be any different than the city itself?