Walking from the parking lot, signs were everywhere ‘Wear A Mask’. Who is in charge of this asylum, the patients?
The arrival flight was due in less than five minutes. I waited in front of the kiosk looking for the arrival time to be posted. Twenty minutes later the kiosk update to show the arrival time; delayed by 30 minutes. Why did it take twenty minutes to post a 30 minute delay.
I walked to the Luggage Carousel to observe the people. I like watching people when they don’t know they are watched.
There was an older lady standing next to a ‘Mask Sign’. All I could see was ‘MANDATED’. It came to me that she dated a man.
Being an observationist, I observed the evnironment. Not the people.
Next to the Luggage Carousel was a large plexi-glass box. Filled with wheel chairs. I looked at large paper tags attached to the wheel chairs. Flight numbers. Passenger names. Dates. If you lost your wheel chair, how could you get to the ‘Lost Wheel Chair Box’ to claim it?
I thought about a ‘Methods and Procedures’ meeting conducted to understand how to better process passengers and luggage on delayed flights. Specific to the issue was why it took twenty minutes to announce a thirty minute delay.
The meeting was conducted by Muons, Bosons and one Moron. Unable to come to a conclusion they deferred to the Moron.
The conclusion: Don’t worry about it, the passengers will figure it out.
These were my observations.