Terminal irritation

The joys of traveling at the last minute for less than the sum total of my bi-weekly paycheck are few and far between, but I’m making the most of things. My 6 a.m. flight will ultimately run about 11 hours thanks to a two-hour layover in Salt Lake City and a three-hour stop in Detroit. Which is particularly galling since my final destination is about 40 miles away. If my luggage weren’t stowed away somewhere in DTW’s foul innards I could probably walk to Flint faster.

But, on the plus side, it does give me the opportunity to travel through DTW’s baffling Hallway of Majesty — the underground tunnel that connects the separate concourses and surrounds passengers with swirling multicolored lights and grand swells of synthesized ambient music as they plod along the moving sidewalks. Guys, I, uh… I’m just going to Terminal A, not making first landfall on an uncharted world or something. It’s maybe not as heroic as you’re making it out to be.

My Salt Lake City stop also marks the first time I’ve ever been in Utah. I was actually a little surprised that it really exists — I’d always halfway suspected Salt Lake City was a myth that Christian parents used to scare their children away from dabbling in Mormonism. I was even more surprised by the filthy brown haze surrounding the city, which I assume is dust. It looks a lot like L.A., except I imagine the net result is simply mud-coated lungs rather than deadly toxic build-up.

Anyway, two more creature things to make up for yesterday.

This will definitely be in the game. I’ve played too much Ninja Gaiden for it not to make the cut.

This one, probably not. Maybe as an item or power-up or something.

14 thoughts on “Terminal irritation

  1. if you include psychedelicatessen, at least you know that the Starmen kids will love your game.
    as for the eagle – that explains why there are so few Ninjas in the States!

  2. Sandwiches are awesome! I’m still holding out for a Raroo boss. *crosses fingers*

  3. I have to say that I don’t envy your airport experience. I don’t mind flying but the methods in which it is made available to the masses makes me tremble in both fear and hatred.

    So…keep the eagle. Why? Because my father-in-law loves bald eagles, but has never actually been in the presence of one. While on vacation this last week, I saw no less than six bald eagles flying and perching about 30 feet away from me. I feel squishy inside everytime I remember telling him about it.

    And the sandwich sounds very tasty.

  4. “if you include psychedelicatessen, at least you know that the Starmen kids will love your game.”

    Provided you have to dig it out of the trash.

  5. While I can’t speak for the rest of the town, I’ve been through Salt Lake’s airport four times, and it’s actually one of the nicer airports I’ve been in. Nice and open, well-lit, all that.

    The polar opposite of that of course is SeaTac, which is a foul labyrinth of doom.

  6. I feel for you. Detroit is the frothing behemoth of the air travel world.

    I had to kill four hours there after a cancelled flight back to Seattle, so I killed time by walking the stretch of the A Concourse — with its seven hojillion gates — back and forth about three times. I didn’t even know about the Hallway of Majesty until a year later, when my girlfriend (originally from Detroit) and I were passing through on our way to Amsterdam. “Crap,” I thought, “I could’ve killed some time here?”

    At least that tram is fun. You know, the first time.

  7. “Provided you have to dig it out of the trash.”
    You’re right, I don’t know how I missed that!

  8. The sandwhich could be like a fuzzie (fuzzle?) from the Yoshi games. I know just a little taste of horseradish is enough to make me stumble around gagging for a few minutes.

  9. The brown cloud in SLC is actually not dust, but just standard pollution. It hangs around there due to something called the ‘Lake Effect’. I’ve only lived here a year and a half, so I’m not sure exactly what that entails.

  10. I adore the idea of the psychedelicatessen, but suggest that it instead be made into a Monte Cristo, because a sandwich that bizarre simply has to provide some sort of superpowers.

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