quite frankly, the bastard doesn't get it.
when did the disconnect happen?
at what pout did it become socially acceptable to dress like a well pressed hobo when you get on a plane?
take this person here all rockin some ugly looking nikes with argyle socks and her 1980's adidas nylon track pants.
she's got a little bit of the captain in her too.
what the hell?!
is it tragic?
or is it magic?
or is it symptomatic of a greater problem in today's flight culture?
I wonder if we've just gotten lazy as a culture or perhaps this has been a colossal passive aggressive statement on the decline of the luxuriousness of air travel.
I could ponder this or let the 4 fingers of bakers do it's work.
hrm. the bastard chooses the latter.
—the bastard
2 comments:
up yours jerkpiece
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