This is my 14th time to LAX this summer, but it is the first time I have come to the airport with shoes on. I tossed my flip-flops in the trash right before I left, leaving my staple shoe in California and replacing the void with a loomed dread of loafers to come. I am beginning to think that people at the airport look familiar- it is possible that I have been here so frequently that this is actually the case, but more likely the beautiful (processed) faces of LA are beginning to morph into a few stereotypical molds.