The Journey Begins

Sunday the 25th.  Traveling to a working meeting outside of St. Louis, MO.

Departure Airport:  RIC

Boxer shorts. I'm traveling today. @ the airport for leg 1 of my journey. I'm looking at a guy who appears to be wearing his underwear as his outer garments. Boxer shorts, tee-shirt, flip-flops, ball cap backward, backpack and sunglasses. Can't wait for when the guy in his "tighty-whiteys" shows up!

Rugs:  You know, if you don't want to embrace your baldness, you know maybe you've got a misshaped melon like mine, then why not go all out.  All Out?  Spend some money.  Make sure that the "Rug" doesn't look like one and that it's not the hair color you had at 18 and you're in your 60's.

Another Big'un:  I'm a big guy and will admit that I always need to shed a few pounds.  However I started out life in the Army and it forced me to keep myself in shape.  I don't support a draft, but at some point in an Americans life they should be forced to get themselves in the best shape they've ever been in.  Something to be said for having someone scream at you telling you just how out of shape you are.  Any way.  So, the "Big'un" I'm seeing is about 5'10" and about 30ish.  He's wearing a burnt orange polo shirt that is stretched tight around his 300 lbs frame.  It gives you a peak of his belly because it won't drape far enough down to cover it.  Nice new shorts and tennis shoes.  He's leaning against an unused ticket counter and talking on the phone in an animated manner.  It's the leaning that really catches my eyes.  Brings to mind a friend of mine who had gained a tremendous amount of weight and leaned against things the same way.  A precursor to the cardiovascular system beginning to be way over taxed.  Not good for such a young guy. 

Groups:  OK.  So we have a group of people traveling together.  About 20 of them  They've decided to take over the walking space that everyone has to transit to go from gate to gate.  It's their space damn it!  Everyone else better walk around!  Oh good, now the flight we all need to get on has disgorged its passengers and the run into the wall of people who will not move.  If it weren't for the Southern accents, I could swear I was back in Silicon Valley.

Next stop, Atlanta.