well, pardner, i reckon airports are a bit like a cattle drive to the unknown, full of folks ready to cut out to lands far and wide. they've got these regulations, see, to keep the herd movin' smooth and preexpulsive troubles at bay, so when it's time to recommence our journeys, we do so with a spirit as high as a hawk in a blue summer sky. ain't nothing quite like stepping through them gates, bound for adventure in places yet to be written in our tales.