Monday, August 11, 2008

What's behind that door?

I'm in the Denver airport at the midpoint of a trip home. There is a ground stop, which means all the planes are sitting on ground waiting for thunderstorms to pass and that all the waiting kids are on the move. I'm sitting on a balcony, where I can see the planes frozen like a tableau and the kids circling at 60 rpm.

There is a door to my left, labeled Fire Valve and Tornado Shelter. A passing munchkin read the door and wondered aloud if that was where the tornados lived. He's circled by 4 times since, and has (so far) resisted opening the door to check his theory.

If only someone could entice the twisters back into their closet so we could all get moving. Where is Monsters, Inc when you need them?

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