My sister was just in town for short business trip. Given the packed schedule for her conference, the only way I could spend time with her was to take her from and to LAX, the major airport in our fair city.
Driving to LAX is not one of my favorite things to do, but seeing my sister is. So, on my way back from the Log Cabin “convention” in San Diego, I picked her up and returned her there today. As her conference was in Westlake Village (deep in the San Fernando Valley), I, aware of (for lack of better term) the vicissitudes of LA traffic, suggested we set out for the airport at least three hours ahead of time, given we’d have to use the dreaded 405 (which, I believe, is the most congested freeway in the nation).
As luck would have it, we only had one rough patch of slow traffic, arriving at the airport well ahead of schedule (two hours before her departure). So, I thought we’d find a cafe and spend some quality time together. But, it seems that only a few of the terminals (and not the Southwest one) have sit-down establishments this side of security.
(The absence of restaurants and cafes at most terminals saving the Bradley (for international flights) is just one of the many problems of LAX. On busy days, traffic can be a nightmare. And if you drop someone off at the departure gate, you have to drive quite a piece to park your car near her terminal.)
So, I had to improvise a meal (protein bars from the snack shop; she had a box lunch from the conference) and sit in a dreary waiting area. At least, we had time to spend together, but you’d think airport management would realize that some people do arrive early for their flights and would like to visit with friends and family before they depart. And might want to grab a bite while they wait.
Well, there is a decent (if a tad cheesy) place at the Burbank Airport. So, next time my sister promises to fly into that less congested terminal. And I will have greater reason to look forward to her next visit.