June 24, 2008
So I got piped through the security maze and as far as I know, am still in possession of my belongings… that's if my luggage makes it onto the plane.
Called Mel. She's excited… she better be. Seriously.
Got the airplane stomach and the Starbucks Coffee. Also brought banana, string cheese (2), and an apple. The lady next to me is describing her "big city airport" experiences too someone on the phone. She's got the best natural Jewish Mom accent I've ever heard. I hope that's not offensive, but I kept expecting her to say, "Oi Vey!" after she complained that the Skycabs cost two dollars.
Who the hell travels in black Capris, a blue t-shirt and black patent leather stiletto heels? Seriously… not the Jewish mom. She's wearing the more traditional dark blue matching cotton outfit… like something Mom would wear… but in orange. Can't see her shoes, but she does have a really ugly floral Mom Purse. Really, Stacy and Clinton have made me a lot more intolerant for men who wear blue toed white socks with sandles, or new age hippies in tie dye platforms and an out fit that, without the pin strips, would fit right in on the set of Ghandi… made complete with the Starbuck's bag and coffee. The more I look around, the more horrified I become.
Wow, that airline worker kinda looked like Alton Brown.
Mmm… coffee buzz kicking in. Wow. Jewish Mom has a boatload of prescription drugs bundled away in that Mom Purse.
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