Airports are fantastic locations for people watching. Since I have been spending an inordinate amount of time in airports over the past few years, I’ve seen more than my fair share of funny, disgusting, and just downright strange occurrences. By far my favorites have fallen into the “What Not To Wear” category.
Today I was in line behind a lady wearing acid wash jeans topped by a dark blue jean jacket with lots of pins on the front. At first I was tempted to write her off as just another person who didn’t get the memo about checkout time to leave the 1980s, but then I noticed that the back of her jacket was emblazoned with a rendering of Mickey Mouse made entirely of sequins.
A couple of trips ago, I witnessed an older gentleman with a potbelly who had come to the airport wearing his navy blue corduroy bedroom slippers, a pair of black basketball shorts, and a short sleeved striped dress shirt which he was wearing unbuttoned, the better to wow bystanders with his hairy paunch. For my male readers, please note that going shirtless is a privilege, not a right!
I could go on about people who travel in bejeweled evening wear, or wearing hair curlers, or mismatched plaids, but I have dinner plans so I’ll spare you the agony.