Crying compartments

Airports need crying rooms. Not communal ones, either, like the smoking rooms, but private cubicles. Crying compartments. They need to be sound-proofed. They need to have an area where you can safely leave your luggage. And they need a comfy spot where you can really let go and have a bloody good cry.

There is a thorough selection of tissues. For after, there is a wash basin and freshly laundered terry-cloth towels and makeup remover. A mirror and a hairbrush. Mints. Refreshing facial spritzer with rose essential oil.

Oh, yes they do. Airports need these.

A man told me recently that feelings aren’t real.

It took me some moments to recover the power of speech after he said that.

For me they are real, and come out in hot tears on a plane. (Packed trams and buses also prompt this urge.)

Airports need crying compartments. See above for the bare list of essentials. All other suggestions that support the private release of feelings are welcome.