While sitting at Sky Harbor airport yesterday, with lots of time on my hands, I had the following thoughts:
1) ewww! You're going to let your kid walk around here barefoot!
2) Hey! Is that Mr McFeeley from Mr Rogers Neighborhood?
3) Lady, if your plane goes down you'll never be able to run away from the burning wreckage in those shoes.
4) Buddy...don't hog all the electrical outlets to charge all your stuff. Wait, is that an electric razor?!
5) overheard a lady complaining that she had food poisoning from the night before....but ate 2 deviled eggs and guacamole before coming to the airport. That wasn't food poisoning. That was too much to drink.
6) Oh please, oh please, oh please don't sit next to me.
7) (sing along) Dude looks like a lady.
1) ewww! You're going to let your kid walk around here barefoot!
2) Hey! Is that Mr McFeeley from Mr Rogers Neighborhood?
3) Lady, if your plane goes down you'll never be able to run away from the burning wreckage in those shoes.
4) Buddy...don't hog all the electrical outlets to charge all your stuff. Wait, is that an electric razor?!
5) overheard a lady complaining that she had food poisoning from the night before....but ate 2 deviled eggs and guacamole before coming to the airport. That wasn't food poisoning. That was too much to drink.
6) Oh please, oh please, oh please don't sit next to me.
7) (sing along) Dude looks like a lady.
Home, safe and sound.
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