For never actually spending time in Phoenix, I spend so much time in this airport. When you live in and are flying out of a small town that nobody has ever heard of, it's a chore getting home to Hawaii for me. Phoenix is always my layover or one of my layovers. I always feel like I've ran a marathon by the time I'm at my next gate. It's so spread out and huge and just my luck, I always need to be at the opposite end of where I'm at to catch my connecting flight. Those people mover things do help though, until people decide to stand on it because legs are overrated. That's just lazy, come on!
Something I'll remember forever; I was so thirsty so I went to a Starbucks in my terminal. I ordered a black tea. When the lady called my name and gave me my drink, I was in such a hurry..I grabbed it and went on my way to board. I never took my first sip until seated on the plane. Ahhh, finally relaxation time. I take a huge sip expecting deliciously fresh brewed iced tea, and NOPE. Pure black iced coffee. Not even a hint of cream or sugar. The guy in front of me is lucky I didn't spit it out. Did I mention that I'm not even a coffee drinker? My husband had a huge laugh. Haha, I guess. Lol.