Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami

We’re at Miami International Airport, waiting for our flight back to Phoenix.

What a shithole.

For once, TSA wasn’t the problem at the security checkpoint; it was totally clueless passengers. I mean, signs were posted in nine languages, and it seems like half of traveling public here can’t read any of them. Ugh.

On the plus side, we just finished an Asian fast-food dinner that made Panda Express seem upscale, and I’m looking forward to a Cuban coffee. Actually, it’s the only thing I’m looking forward to other than getting the hell out of here.

2 thoughts on “Patiently mingling with the unwashed masses in Miami”

  1. Thanks a bunch for sharing this experience with us. It’s great to share the bad as well as the good travel experiences!

    1. Yeah, Miami isn’t a pleasant place to wait for a plane, but there’s only one scheduled flight between the United States and Uruguay, and it goes through Miami. If I travel to South America again, I’ll consider Copa or one of the other Latin American airlines, even if I have to change planes in Panama.

Leave a Reply