Still in the airport...I hate delays...but still love the scenery.
-Man in front me...kick it old school and invite your pants on a coastal trip down to party with the top of your shoe...and until you do, sit down and pull the pant leg up so that no one can tell that you're wearing your daughters pants.
-its so interesting to see and hear people use their smartphones for their intended purpose. The man next to me also has a blackberry and is emailing and texting and phoning about business ventures...and I'm doing the exact opposite.
-this guy clearly masturbated in the bathroom. Sir, button ur pants and belts. And splash cold water on your face as not to reveal to the world that u r in fact hot and bothered.
-Okay businessman next to me, pop a halls or hold your breath, but the barking and croaking will not cut it with seats this close together. Ok seriously now.
-muhaha...little lady, you aren't actually running, you're just wasting energy to make it seem as though you really are gaining momentum. Alas, you missed your flight.
-theres also the one fabulous....wait coughing fella next to me...u are not singing now are you? Oh yes...yes you are. But yes, there's always the elderly, black, absolutely fucking fabulous woman in the airport. She has arrived. Untouchably perfect hair, bad ass suit, (I mean baaaaaad) stilettos,..with her old fabulous strut, Louis speedy and luggage to match. No biggie.
-There are a few Pats in the airport...man? Woman? I really don't know.
-lol...some (also...everyone in the airport is TINY today...except for those 8 ft twins) small fella with black patent leather shoes and white socks cussing about "some motherfuckin body better get me from the damn airport. I'm not--what??? I'm NOT TAKIN NO FUCKIN CAAAB!"
I love when people cuss through clenched teeth. It makes the experience all the more better for me.
Ok..its time for me to perform a spectacle for others to blog about. I'm all for giving back.
"I'm coming home again"
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