Finding your check in counter. Getting your boarding ticket, a good place in the plane, weighing your luggage and waving them goodbye, aware that this could be the last time you ever saw them. Hanging out until boarding for several days, wandering in and out of the few tax-free shops, eating stuff until you settle down and become motionless in the boarding waiting area. Wait there until your length has reduced by a minimum of 10 cm to be able to fit inside your plane chair. All directed only one way, but you will find that when you step out of the flock of people from your plane and hide in a room all the corridors will have changed direction and you will recognize nothing.
Airports are strictly humour-free zones.
The use of humour is punished with heavy fines and incarceration. This is not so extraordinary, as it is impossible to make jokes about other things than terrorism, bombs, and drugs at airports, precisely the kinds of things that all employees are payed to be pathologically paranoid about. Then you enter the area where people are waiting for their family and other people hold up cards with names. Next you're out on the curb with three lines of chaoticly parked cars and shuttles. Now you remember you've put directions to where to find which shuttle or which rental car counter somewhere in the bottom of your luggage.