I am always at the airport.
Seriously, I am always there picking up a friend, dropping off a coworker, greeting a work team, or doing something at the airport. At times it feels like I belong there.
Drop offs are the easiest. I pull up to the curb, get out of my car as a cop or some airport employee starts telling me I can't stay long. With a sea of white-shirted, black-panted, luggage-cart-wielding vultures waiting on the sidelines, I unload the bags onto the curb, waive off the oncoming swarm telling them
"We have it, its ok, thanks."
Then a handshake and a hug, and finally a:
“See ya in a couple weeks.”
“Seriously don't worry about paying me. It was my pleasure.”
Then, I leave.
Pick ups and meet and greets, are a little more complicated, but only just slightly. I go, park the car, hit the front steps, check out the monitor for the arrival times and wait.
If you are not used to the airport, things can get pretty overwhelming. People shoving signs in your face, signs with names like like Wedermeyer, or Ivanov, or Vermeulen all giving hints to where these strangers have just arrived from. There are people screaming and shouting and selling lottery tickets, not to mention the slick looking guys with their shirts unbuttoned to their nipples asking you:
“Where you going?”
“You need ride?”
Now, at least, they have stopped asking. Maybe its because I am there so often, or because I have a fairly memorable look (a 6'6" bearded white man is not the norm here), or because its ALWAYS the same people working the crowd,but regardless why, they don't bother asking anymore.