Monday, November 7, 2011

Lawd.

I went out of town last weekend. I had a blast. I took care with my appearance for the flight out, but after a weekend of revelry, I wasn't motivated to make much effort for the flight back.

I pulled on a decent JCrew pullover, some relaxed cotton pants, and stuck my bare feet into a pair of red shoes that were perfect for cheering on the Crimson Tide, but otherwise useless to anyone with a sense of pride in appearance.

I board the plane. Who cares.

The most perfectly groomed couple in existence board after me and sit in front of me. Their carry on luggage looked like an ad in the Robb Report, that magazine for people who do not need to ask, How much? Her leather jacket might actually be the most flawless leather jacket I have ever seen. I sat behind them, raggedy assed, and alone.

And then a guy who had raced through the airport to board with about one minute to spare, arrived and claimed the seat next to me, disheveled and sweaty and peeling off clothes to prevent himself from melting altogether. He was a mess, raggedy assed, and alone.

Good to know others of my herd are out there. I'm just sayin'.

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