A friend and I were unlucky enough to spend the night in this airport on the wrong side of Security. Everything awful about Mexico likes to congregate in this airport between the hours of two and five a.m. And everything awful has a keen eye for expensive electronics. Around three a.m. a dude entered the airport who must have weighed about 400 pounds. He stalked us up and down the terminal for a while, but by five a.m. we were worn down and tired, and he knew it. The game of cat-and-mouse came to an end when we realized that Security had opened and was our escape from this six-ton giant who somehow knew that we had a new digital camera. Unfortunately, our pursuer also realized that we were about to get away just when we were tired enough to be vulnerable, and literally chased us up to the security check in. At security, there's this bleached-blonde dude, also checking in. We're panting from running away from the monster outside, and this blonde guy turns to us and says, "Dude, are you
high? Because
I am." Remember, it's five thirty in the morning. We get through security and away from the blonde high dude and I want to call my mother and let her know I'm alive, so I find a pay-phone and dial
1800-COLLECT. Someone answers and I tell them where I want my call to go. "Are you attractive?" the guy at 1800-COLLECT says. "Because you sound attractive." I hang up. We spend two hour watching the blonde high dude ride on his ass up and down the escalators before leaving that little hell hole. What a circus.
