a slice of life from an airport terminal

A woman dressed in turquoise scrubs slinks out of a dark corner, shaded between the wall and a giant topless pillar that appears to have no practical function except to take up space in an awkwardly placed part of the waiting room.  The uniformed woman glides over to a piece of trash lying at the feet of a rotund woman.  The trash collector crouches down and picks up the empty bottle while looking upward reprimandingly, eyes filled with disgust, as if to say "you're welcome you slob".  She lovingly places the abandoned juice bottle into her half full black garbage bag and makes a b-line for the next piece of garbage across the boarding area, dragging the bag across the floor dauntingly, like a Steven King ax murderer with his ax.

The rotund woman takes no notice of the sharp glare, and continues her current activity: calling everyone she knows to complain about her 30 minute delay, peppering her complaints with juvenile swear words, primarily "arsch".  She looks to be 30, but speaks like she's 13.  "I'll never fly again!" She repeats dramatically to all three people on her call list.  Last on her call list is her beau, whom she repeats her story to listlessly between bites of a Snickers bar.  All of this complaining has exhausted her.  She hangs up, slouches in her seat, and poutingly devours another Snickers bar, this time in silence.