One of the issues of traveling these days is the scenes one
sees in every airport around the world. What do people think of when they
prepare to fly? Do they think ‘ugly’ is somehow the way to influence people and
win friends? To preserve your sanity, there are not any photos with my musings.
I am sure your own imagination will help you with the views I will
describe.
Today I set awaiting another flight across this great land ……
in a beautiful modern Airport with state of the art machines, equipment and the
latest and the greatest modern technology in the world.
Going past me are droves of people looking like they just
climbed out of bed, walked straight into the car and fell out at the front door
of the airport. Unkempt hair looking
like true ‘bed head’ – somehow I don’t think greasy unwashed hair was the
definition of every hair salon’s term called ‘bed head’ style. What were they thinking – maybe the mirrors
have all cracked because of the continued downward slide of curls now snarls –
waves that waved goodbye – and mousse that has now become moss in these matted
fuzzy heads around me. Shame on their
shampoo – it’s just not working people!
Oh my….. along comes a rather large frame woman – is it a
real woman or a apparition of the opposite sex lost in the mental realm of a pretend phantom existence?
Something has occurred that has overtaken the shirt and she/he now does not have a natural frame but now the
chest wall seems to have morphed into some form of gelatinous piles of something spilled out and flowing
. Whoever sold these partitioned off
particles of patched pieces of pillows to this person has snickered all the way to the bank . Poor
thing ….it just looks like aliens are attached to the chest. Did the human really intend to get all THIS
kind of attention? Somehow I really think
this person thought they would be admired after surgery – not viewed with incredulous
dismay!
Another prize of humanity walks past and I wonder…..Why do
middle aged women live in such denial
thinking they are the same size they were when they were 16 years old. The view
is so bad that I am embarrassed FOR her and she is absolutely oblivious to the
hinder parts of her. The statement –
make a train take a dirt track – now has a new meaning. Looks like the dirt track split the train and
the pile up is enormous!
Oh don’t look over there!
That’s not a muffin top – it’s a collapsed cake! Honey… did your mama
not teach you anything about drawing attention to the challenged areas of the
stomach. Why do some guys reject wearing
the right size pants? It looks so
uncomfortable to watch the hitching up as the girth has exploded overtaking the
belt which has whimpered down the slope hiding under the mountain of past
memories of starch and sugar. . Is that
where the term comes from, ‘my belt has done lapped over’….. or something like
that. I don’t remember. Sir I hate to break it to you, but you no longer wear a
size 36 belt – it’s now a size 50!
Now this one takes the cake!
A woman just stood up and stretched her 5’2’’ frame with the 75 lb beach
ball belly and she has raised her worn out top to scratch her stretched out
belly! Where is flesh eating bacteria
when you need it! What is she thinking?
That all other passengers are blind and no one can see this highly active
specimen of specialized preserved treats and traps!
Now it takes money to fly these days….. these people
obviously had enough money to buy a ticket – from who? ….. Someone under the
bridge?
Am I just getting older …. Or are my eyes fooling me….. or is
it self respect has been destroyed on the altar of careless morals and decayed
conscious?
Some I am convinced are still wearing their jammies – I have
even seen house slippers in an airport occasionally! Others just got through weeding their
garden plots stood up and said, “Oh my! Meemaw we bettern hed fer the earpert right bout
now! That thar plane will be leavin
widout us’n.”
Some people still dress professionally – but it’s getting
less and less!
Come on buddy….. pull your pants up…… stand up straight…..
cut the hair out of your eyes…… and take
a good scrubbing bath tonight…. be a real young man with purpose in your eyes
and self discipline in your step. Don’t shuffle along like a patient in a
mental institute. I’m not a fashion genius but surely even blind people can
tell if they can’t walk for their pants around their knees, or the life is being squeezed out of them for the lack of
oxygen and pain from clothing just way too tight.
Come on sister … put on a real top with a real neckline…. And or a real skirt that covers something ….
Or pants that really do fit your frame, size, and height. Learn
how to spell the word lady and become
the meaning of it. Don’t’ tell me that
it does not hurt when you try to sit down in jeans that are 5 sizes too small.
Let’s get real, why not accept our sizes with respect and
dress ourselves with pride instead of scraps!
People……. Work with me here……
we can do better with our clothing – we really should wear clothes that
represent our IQ and not our shoe size! It’s just atrocious! America – you need a mother!
What has happened here?
I think……. It’s a complete lack of parenting when they were
small. No one was watching and training
and supporting and shaping and encouraging good behavior. No one was home, but the TV. (Another whole
soap box I won’t get on right now.)
And now….. we, the
general public get to view the circus acts every time we go in public. It’s a
regular three ring circus out here in the real world. Priorities of parents do shape their children in whatever form
either good or bad. And the end result
is pathos, pain and the continued decline of self respect, self discipline and
public honor if the wrong values, examples and training are put in them. Once those neglected children are grown
adults, it’s watch out for the clowns, freaks and magicians all vying for
anyone’s attention and support – leftovers from a childhood of neglect.
So glad they make Airline Pilots dress up – how one looks
does affect performance. I don’t think I would want to trust a pilot to fly a
plane I was on if he dressed like a bum, smelled like one or had the manners of
one.
Hints and Tips I have learned from years of traveling with my
pro husband. Dressing professionally can get one a seat in first class on the
odd chance that you can be bumped up!!
