Today's OneWord: Airport

I stopped by one of the little souvenir shops at the airport in order to pick up a specific bag of chocolates. Otis had always liked the brand, and it was nearly impossible to find anywhere else except in a cold, harsh terminal with thousands of frazzled customers dragging suitcases and crying children (perhaps crying children tucked in suitcases as well) trying to head toward their respective gates. I walked up to the counter and forked out five dollars for the candy, the cashier eyeing me intently.