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[apocalypsos]

I'm watching Home Alone right now, and I swear, the only reason I'm watching this is for the scene where the mother is at the one airport where she meets John Candy and his polka band, and she's yelling at the ticket agent, and she says, "I have been awake for almost 60 hours. I'm tired and I'm dirty. I have been from Chicago to Paris to Dallas to... where the hell am I?" To which the ticket agent dryly points out, "Scranton."

That airport? Frickin' huge compared to the one in Scranton. The airport at Avoca is like a 7-11 with a slightly larger parking lot.

Although the fact that there might be a polka band milling around waiting for a plane is sadly not that much of a stretch.

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[overloved.livejournal.com]

Were they really at the airport? I'd always assumed airports in movies are fake.

Of course, compared to Hartsfeild/Jackson Int'l, every airport looks like a 7-11 to me.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

They had to have been at a totally fake airport anyway, but they didn't even bother to check whether it was even remotely realistic. The one in the movie is practically O'Hare compared to the real one.

[overloved.livejournal.com]

I figure as much. Everytime I fly, I'm always appalled by how small airports actually are. I don't need huge, I just feel like there should be more than a newstand and a hot dog cart at my gate. Also, more than 1 security scanner per terminal would be nice.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

OMG!

Emmett Otter's Jug Band Christmas!

[xerne.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's a stretch at all, actually. I wouldn't think it too much of a stretch if the polka band were playing in the airport. =P

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

And if at least six elderly people were dancing along. (With the requisite couple that's a woman and a woman that you know aren't lesbians, just the last two left after all the men got partners.)

Hmm. Perhaps I've channel-hopped past one too many polka shows.

[mice.livejournal.com]

That's my favorite moments in Home Alone! It's SCTV-riffic!

Found you via your Christmas Wishlist thing.

[compass-rose.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm from Scranton- and have spent way too much time in the Avoca airport. I have even flown out of both of it's gate. A1 and B2. Both located on the second floor (size of my living + dining rooms) about 30 feet apart from each other with a single ticketing gate in between. However, the cafe downstairs there does have some good fries with cheese and gravy (Scranton thing) but their coffee sucks rocks.

Are there still 3 polka radio stations in NEPA? I wonder that sometimes.

I saw that movie for the first time while at a theatre in Scranton. Of course, everyone laughed like madmen... probably because of the airport shot.

I have noted that whenever the ass-end-of-nowhere or poorest-town-in-the-northeast needs to be portrayed, Scranton seems to be the answer for film. Might be why I now live in Florida.

Hope you don't mind if I friend you :) Cheers!