So I flew into Madison, WI yesterday afternoon.
Traveling while nauseous and pregnant just isnt pretty. (Ill spare the details). After a 3 hour bus ride at 2 am and catching a flight at 6:30 am, I found myself in the Dallas airport rummaging for food. McDonalds breakfast menu sounded terrible so I went to Starbucks to buy a Naked juice for $5. I was robbed.
Then I headed to wait at my gate. The flight wasn't scheduled to take off for another hour so I got comfy in my chair and started one of my favorite airport past times, people watching. The funny thing was that all the most interesting people would come stop at my gate. This has happened several times in the past as well; you find the most interesting people on your flights to Madison, WI.
I don't mean to down WI and in fact I absolutely love the down-to-earth personalities, but I can't help but admit that sometimes I find odd people on these flights.
The first woman that caught my eye and by far the most entertaining subject was a girl, early to mid twenties. She came waltzing up in a fascinating gettup. It went as follows... top to bottom... a black buret atop a lovely crimped har/straightened bang hair-do, a pearl, imitation vintage choker necklace, a black evening dress, a single black glove on one hand and shiny black go go boots. Huh.
After seeing such an interesting gettup that ended up sitting across from me, I decided to stop looking beyond my gate. The next lady I noticed sitting nearby was a woman with a back packers back pack on. Nothing that out of the ordinary right? But, then she turned around wearing an old black knit sweater with cats stiched on the front. Back pack, fine. Sweater, not my cup of tea, but to each their own. BUT, what is the likely hood of finding both pieces in the same ensemble?!
Another lady came up with a McDonalds sandwhich in hand. I watched her as she opened the carton and examined her purchase. She proceeded disecting the thing, first taking off the lettuce, the tomato, and then the bun. She ended with peeling off the bacon and dropping the slice in her mouth, licked her mayonnaise fingers and then tackled the patty. That's all she ate, oh and some more mayo. For one getting so easily nauseous, had to look away.
I mean, I think my husband likes those parts the best too, but it was just too much that early in the morning.
I realy don't have anything against any of these individuals, just am interested and quite surprised in their individuality.
Heres to another interesting morning in an airport!
U rah rah Wisconsin!