You would stand in line a lot.
You would wonder if you have everything your need--documents, wires, the right level of tolerance—a lot.
If the world were an airport would you see images on screens (holograms?) there to greet you and instruct you enough? Or would even once feel like more than a lot?
You would yearn for art a lot.
And you would want to gauge out your ears a lot.
You might wonder, too, about the gap between “here to serve” and “here to exploit” every time someone politely overcharges you or asks you to prove you are human, as they have done to me here, tonight, a lot.
But mostly, if the world were an airport, you would be getting squeezed for the water you need, forced to pay far more than a lot.