In Transit

So i find myself on yet another flight, to yet another destination for work, I don't mind flying it's a nice way to travel, unlike driving which I loath. I am also unfazed by the queues at security, I understand why they are a necessary evil, due largely to America and Great Britain's foreign policy, however that's a can of worms I'm not opening. What I do mind is the soulless and depressing air that all departure lounges have, where's the happy atmosphere? We can't all be flying for work. What about holidays, trips home, weekend breaks with lovers, where is the joy? Are we so jaded now nothing excites us? By the look on most folks faces you'd think someone had shat in their cornflakes. Try a little happiness people, it's free.