I flew back to NYC today for the holidays, and the ladies – all three of them – will be joining me next week. Over the last two days, however, I’ve noticed a few things. It’s very easy to get a table at a restaurant. Best Buy has a shitload of things on the shelves, and while there were certainly people in there, I didn’t see any voracious shopping. And at LAX, one of the busiest hubs of human beings on the planet, the security line at Terminal 6 looked like this:
That’s at rush hour, the time when that place should be packed to the rafters with screaming babies, confused Belgians, pissed-off Business Class Elite Partners and gruff airport personnel. Instead, there was one person helping us into line, two screeners, AND FIVE PASSENGERS.
On the plane, there were at least five places you could lie across a row. The bags showed up immediately at JFK. I mean, it’s awesome, don’t get me wrong – and Virgin America is in a class by itself anyway – but is anyone else seeing examples of what happens when an economy slows into something rather glacial?