I know, I know, this is suppossed to be about what I see in airports but . . . .
I routinely do business with retired military. The following is from a conference I attended yesterday:
I'm in a room that's jam packed with old fat farts in penny loafers, khaki pants, blue button down collar Oxford shirts, the appropriate regimental stripped tie and a Navy Blue sport coat. Geezus, it's a "Harmonic Convergence."
More observations from the airport later. I'm flying and it's Good Friday! How many people will be traveling with chicken coops, folded mattresses, and in their underwear? Stand by . . . . . :-)
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