Sitting in the airport with cramps sucks...it actually more than sucks, but the sights inside an airport terminal are priceless. I may actually start visiting airports when I'm bored.
SIGHT 1: Typical...there's always at least one calm, fragile mother with a bad spawn of satan child. And that family is right behind me. The little boy is probably around 3 or 4. Since I've had the pleasure of staring at him, he has removed his pants, slapped his mother (not playfully), announced to the heavens in a monster voice how he has to shit (yes shit..not poopy..or number 2)...now he's taking evrything out of his little bookbag and throwing it around the gate, followed by a full sprint off into the distance. And his mother is still sitting here. I wonder if she realizes that he's gone.
SIGHT 2: Some type of sailor.. The ones with the cute outfits... Fitted pants that slightly flare... Well this guy seemingly fell atop a razor and destroyed his neat little buzz cutt. Poor thing. He looks like its disturbing him too. I guess they can't wear caps.
SIGHT 3: the terrors mother is now frantically looking for her son...which wouldn't be funny....but I know where he is. Maybe I should help the little lady out.
SIGHT 4: text from an un named boy in all boy fashion.. "What exactly is ivory..colorwise?" Awww. That's cute.
SIGHT 5: The fact that booty never gets old to men. They..all of them, specifically in this case an elderly, white haired, white man break their necks to watch my jeeks rumble. (He unlike others, however, has slow reaction time and still stares when I've glanced back.)
Last sight before I get on some tuneage: A little cute old lady..with the sweetest voice and cutest little eyes. I'm positive that she has a bosom full of peppermint and a sock full of change. She chatted me up about everything for about 15 minutes and then pulled her iPod out. Oh what I would do to see her playlist.
I heart the elderly.
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