Personal Narrative: The Atlantic City Airport

My mother, brother and I arrive in the Atlantic City airport after a surprisingly short two hour flight. After dawdling away time by alternating between electronic games and magazine scavenger hunts, or sleeping (in my mother’s case), we were ready to see our timeshare hotel suite. Our destination a half hour away, we climbed into a traditional cab. Our driver provided unintended humor with his strong Jamaican accent. Mom made small talk, inquiring about the city: where to eat, what to do, etc. “I jus’ du nah understand! Wah can’t people go to de store, buy ah loaf of bred… It’s so much easia an much cheapa… Yuh know an egg sandwich-an egg salad sandwich cost suh much! Yuh can jus’ go to de store an buy a loaf of bread fah much cheapa.” I don’t remember his name but he was amiable and interesting to talk to, despite his repetitiveness. After traveling for some time we came upon Wyndham Skyline Tower, located conveniently near the famous Atlantic City Boardwalk. …show more content…
On the street leading to The Skyline Tower were tons of cute, little homes doused in bright colors; large parking lots flanked the street, closer to skyscrapers of out-of-place hotel and casino buildings. The Atlantic City area looked destitute and blighted where tourists and gamblers seemed like aliens from other planets. Residents of the city on the side of the street wore muted expressions and stared at passer-bys. There was little vegetation and, unlike other major cities, little activity. Even the weather seemed gloomy and unassuming.