Airport stories & packing list 2.0

For me, the airplane is a fermenting pot of Loriot sketches. Nowhere else offers such a combination of anticipation, excitement, uncertainty, and time stress with so much potential for stories and amused smirks.
The child who loudly says to his mother in the glass-walled corridor to passport control: 'Mama, it would be so funny if we were running around naked here now.' (Mom is not thrilled, and the other travelers around us don't seem too opposed based on their facial expressions). I google which airports might have a sauna to pass the waiting time and find out that Amsterdam has an airport library.
The woman who tries to push a drink on her husband for 10 minutes ('Do you want something to drink?' 'No.' 'Maybe a beer?' 'No.' ... 'There’s cola?' 'No.' ... 'We just had coffee'... silence...'Or do you want another one?' 'No.'.... 'Should I refill the water or buy one?'). I stand up and leave before I can shout, 'He just wants to sit here!'
The woman who frightens her friend (and everyone else present) in the bathroom while washing her hands with a loud scream. It turns out it was a scream of joy. She found her lip gloss again. I wonder if I should find more joy in the little things of life after all.
If you pay close enough attention, you can find enough material for stories after just 90 minutes at the airport, and I'm not even on my way to Hanoi yet. By the way, that’s where I’m flying to. Although I miss the chance for a spontaneous wedding on May 25th (see picture), sometimes you have to set priorities and where one door closes, another gate opens or something like that.
Setting priorities is also sensible when packing. Just as one should sometimes shed burdens in life, it pays to keep carry-on luggage a little lighter without forgetting the essentials. Still, some things can remain, I stick to my packing list (toothbrush & towel, earplugs & headphones, rope & dragonfly, passport & provisions) and only reduce one cuddle buddy in the firm belief that enough will come my way. Also, the green frogs (sorry Mom) have been replaced by an apple. Is this what growing up means?