I’m currently sitting at the airport on a Friday afternoon going to visit family as I’m writing this and it’s pretty normal. I’m going from Jacksonville, FL to Newark, NJ and I’ve sat at the same gate waiting for different planes to take me on the same two and half hour flight I’ve been taking since I was a baby.

The only difference is this time, I write for Odyssey, and I now I have a strange ability to turn everything into an article idea. So, here I am at Concourse A, gate A96, with my MacBook in my lap, people watching. After a good hour of waiting I have come to the realization that there are only so many types of people who travel through an airport.

1. The sarcastic TSA agent

Obviously there are tons of these guys at every airport, and the person you get in line at security could make or break your entire trip.

2. The frat pack

They may not actually be in a fraternity, but they all dress like they’re in one and walk very close together, not daring to venture from their bros.

3. The cute old people

The old woman with her fanny pack wheeling around her even older-looking husband in his wheelchair. Goals.

4. The hipster

Their sole mission is to make sure that everyone in the entire airport know that they are anything but basic.

5. Business people

I have this strange obsession with/jealousy of them. They are dressed head to toe in business casual and walk like they’re on a mission. They got places to be and don’t have time to deal with you.

6. The family

Most likely headed on a family vacation with a destination somewhere in the tropics. This includes one overly excited dad, one hot mom, two daughters who Snapchat the entire journey from security to landing, and the brother who looks like he would rather be anywhere else.

7. Mother who cannot control her baby

We all hate you.