SAN
FRANCISCO, California (Contributed by
Carroll Chandler)
"I'm 73 year old, but adventurous. My wife and I flew freelance air
courier to Singapore. She flew out on Tuesday and I followed on Wednesday.
After reading so many reports about sleeping in airports, I decided to try
it after she left without telling her. About noon I cased the terminal to
find the couches without arms. I knew if it didn't look promising, I could
call a motel and get a safe place to sleep. I didn't want to spend the $60
unless I had to. I had a choice of about 3 long armless couches; so I
chose the one I thought might be quietest. It was opposite the Continental
counter and sure enough, they closed it down about 11 p.m. and silence
prevailed. I had two carry-on bags and a back pack to protect while I
slept. Since I am a very sound sleeper I had to plan carefully. After a
little experimenting I put by bags on a cart and pulled it beside the
couch so I could throw my legs over them. I used my back pack as a pillow.
That meant anyone trying to steal all my worldly possessions would have to
lift delicate parts of my body. The security men walked by several times
before I fell off, but no one gave me a second look. The recorded PA
announcements about not leaving unattended bags bothered me for about 10
minutes; after that I passed out. The couch was unexpectedly comfortable
and I awoke only once during the night. When I awoke at 5:30 I dug my
electric shaver out of my bag and wheeled my cart into the men's room.
After I washed I looked for an electric outlet without success. So I
returned to the terminal where I found a wall plug near my couch and
shaved without a mirror--much to the amazement of passersby. Later when I
told my wife what I had done, she admitted that she was glad she didn't
know I had planned to do it. She might not have slept! She's 73 years old
and worries a lot anyway. I can happily recommend sleeping in the SFO
terminal."