UNLIKE most travelers, I have a thing for airports. I’m happy browsing the newsstands or aimlessly wandering the terminal. To me, bliss is sitting at a bland airport bar and watching a ballgame, with three hours to kill before a flight.
As someone who travels a lot, I can relate. With free wifi and a decent bookstore (and maybe an ice cream joint), I usually don't mind a brief delay myself -- it can sometimes be the best personal time of a hectic trip.