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I know this will be an unpopular opinion, but airports. And their bars. I have had so many interesting conversations with random strangers at airport bars.
And I mean genuine, honest, conversations. I had a layover in Vegas the day after a guy killed like 60 people at that concert. I had been in the Vegas airport many times before and it’s always so loud with the slot machines and people are excited and happy…there’s a lot going on.
That day, it was absolutely silent except for people crying and quietly chatting. It hit like a ton of bricks…the contrast. But everyone wanted to talk about it and tell their story - what they saw, how they escaped, etc. And granted, this isn’t a typical story and it’s tragic as fuck, but everyone has a story and I find that fascinating.