Fifteen years after my first visit, LAX remains an execrable pit stop. My gate had no nearby restrooms (or signage indicating where to find them), lacked adequate HVAC, and was saturated with fumes of combusted jet fuel at migraine-inducing levels. Without enough seats to go around, people were laying on the ground. The afternoon breeze leaking into the jetway off the tarmac during boarding was a good ten degrees cooler than the stagnant air inside the terminal. They have ten years to get this dump ready for the Olympics.