Happy Easter! Here's a continuation of what I saw and that caused the muse to come out on Friday.
Stilettos. An airport has an underlining sound. Kind of like the buzz of a beehive would be the best way to describe it. Occasionally you hear the "beep, beep, beep" of the assistance cart ferrying people from one gate to another. However, there is also another sound you'll hear. Off in the distance it begins . . . . "Clack, clack, clack, click, clackity click, clack, clack." This sounds demands that you look for it through the flow of humanity in front of you. There. There is where the noise is coming from; a woman wearing stiletto heels. She marches with a purpose, demanding to be observed. You are standing at gate 8, she's come from gate 32, the other end of the terminal. Then you focus on the source of the noise. Her feet are jammed into those things. How can they possibly be comfortable? You ask yourself . . . . "What the Hell is up with that?"
Travel Fashion. Today everyone is either going home for Easter or starting their Spring Break. It's one of the first warm days we've had in a long time. People have broken out the Summer attire. My only thought is . . . . . . Last year's clothes, this year's body.
Speaking of Travel Fashion. There are going to be reunions today; reunions of lovers. Some of the women that are wearing the "clickity clacks" are heading to meet their husband, boyfriend, the person next to them on the last flight . . . . They are wearing what appears to be either a sweat-band or a tube top for a dress. What I have euphemistically heard called the "one tug."
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