That seemingly endless cycle of driving around your friends arrival gate in hopes of the slightest chance you will actually recognize him AND slide into a temporary
parking spot so you can actually complete the Airport
Pick-up Request...before getting stodged by
coppers.
Talking to the intended PickUp person's cell..."hey, I am playing
Airport-go-Round LAX trying to find you ... these
coppers wont let me park even for a mere second..."
