Terminal Illness.

From Dwell.com:

LAX Sux:

Los Angeles is the entertainment capital of the world? You wouldn’t know it at the Los Angeles International Airport, where there’s nothing interesting to do to kill time during a layover. Like Heathrow, LAX suffers from a half century of insufficient and clumsy expansion. It is best described as a collection of drab terminals connected by a traffic jam, which starts out on I-405 and coagulates on a circular drive that loops around the Landmark Theme Building. (The Theme Building, looking like something a 1950s sci-fi set designer dreamed up, is LAX’s only architectural positive.) The terminals are painfully overcrowded and seating is limited—– likely as not, you’ll wait for your flight seated on a suitcase or the floor. Clear signage and amenities are scarce. The crying shame of it all is this is a primary gateway to Asia and the Middle East, with an international cast of characters strolling through its portals. The scene ought to be inspired and dynamic, rather than stressful and depressing.

I can vouch for that. Last year, I was often trapped in that hellhole with 5-hour layovers for flights from Taipei to Guadalajara via LAX. The international Bradley Terminal is like a penal colony with an understocked commissary. It's dingy, drab, institution-like and doesn't seem like anything else in L.A.; there is a vibrancy quotient of less than zero. In Taipei's airport, meanwhile, you can visit a zen garden and unwind with free chair massages. Guadalajara airport is bright and airy and filled with colorful shops. 

The only thing that's colorful at LAX are the yellow and green cabs waiting outside.