Lubbock's Preston Smith airport is sort of like that weird old diner on the corner where the parking lot is always empty, the neon sign has a few letters permanently burned out, the whole thing looks ready to collapse and you don't know anyone who has ever eaten there but somehow it still stays in business.
But seriously, I showed up for this flight about three minutes before it started boarding and it took me maybe forty-five seconds to get through security. How is this even an airport? And more importantly, who the hell would ever want to go to Lubbock anyway?
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