Okay, most airports kinda blow. On the whole, airports are the least happiest place on Earth with the exception of the Georgetown Hospital ER, but Cincinnati's airport sure was something special. Picture this: worn and patchy carpet, everything is closed down (even though it's 5:30 in the pm), a Santa Clause-lookin' hobo eyeballin' me, and a sharps container in the ladies room. You know what a sharps container is? It's a used needle receptacle...for dirty hypodermic needles. Now, either Cincinnati has waaaaayyyyy more than its fair share of insulin injecting diabetics wandering around, or waaaayyyyy more smack addicts walking around. Who has a sharps container in a public can? Some kind of derelict town, I suspect. Oh Cincinnati...(shakes head with disappointment)
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I'm gonna have to opt for more public sharps containers. I remember walking around downtown Corpus Christi on a history tour in Blue Birds in third grade and there were needles all over the sidewalks. A sharps container would have been a much better place for a dirty needle than a third grader's foot, ya feelin' me?
The unhappiness seen at the Cincinnati airport extends into the city itself, I believe.
Right you are, good sir, right you are.
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