Last time I was at the airport the Admiral’s Lounge was closed for remodeling— horrified at the thought of sitting out in the terminal I did everything I could to not— so I got a shoe shine. The guy and I chatted it up and I told him my dilemma.
He was an extremely nice older gentleman— had had three chairs and he said if I’d like, after my shine was done I could stay with him for the duration and avoid the field trip laden kids running around people stretching out terminal area.
I got us a couple of drinks— got him a sandwich— and I read the latest issue of whatever magazine I decided was the most interesting in the kiosk.