Oh The Places You'll Go (But Really the People You'll See)

Last night, at an hour much past my preferred slumber time, I got in the car and trekked out to the airport to pick up the younger sibling. This brings me to my first question. Why are airports never located near the city that they service? They are always on the outskirts at the absolute most inconvenient location. Yet, away I drove, minutes upon minutes until I at last arrived.

On said trip to the airport, the adventurers were my parents and I later joined by my sister once her plane finally arrived. Now, our airport is not very large, and everything on the inside was closed by the time we got there. Here I was thinking the trip would be unexciting and bland. Boy was I wrong. I forgot about the people you see in an airport.

Right outside of an airport gate is the mixing pot of society. The characters range from people waiting for their loved ones, traveling professionals, and mish mosh of others.

The first character was a middle-aged black man who was nonchalantly reading the newspaper. I assumed him to be waiting for his wife to arrive, but who can really be sure? His person seemed irrelevant until a construction worker walked past the man and suddenly you hear "Grrr. Yip, yip, yip. Grrr." Upon further inspection, I notice that a miniature schnauzer-esque dog was perched in his lap. All two pounds of the animal about to lurch at the passing constructionite. Crazy dog people.

Another woman I saw was an elderly Asian lady standing shy of five feet tall. She had on bedazzled tennis shoes, white pants, hot pink stretchy top, and pearled cat glasses straight out of the 70s. She looked fabulous, and I loved every second of it.

The last character worth mentioning was a young, professional white woman who got off the same plane as my sister. She donned a color block dress, four inch stilettos and worked her Louis Vuitton bag down the exit ramp as though we were all here for her fashion show.

It makes me realize that you should always make a statement with your style. You never know who's noticing.