Spent two hours sitting inside Concourse C @ Atlanta Airport this morning waiting on my airpane. Thats how little Toby says airplane.
Sat on a front row seat facing the lobby and admired the traveling folk. Got an eye full too as I like to sit, watch, and observe people. Been nice to have one of my buds around to talk about the folks as they passed.
One load of folks came in from cold country because they were holding big coats. It was 57 in Atlanta this morning when I got up and not big coat weather inside that large airport.
For the life of me, I caint see how some female women wear those raised high heel shoes with a five or six inch heel with a two inch sole. Itd kill me to walk that far with them thangs on my feet and the Atlanta airport aint no small place. Seems like each Concourse is as long as a drag strip and there are three of them I do believe.
I was observing the gait or strut of people: Ladies walking lady like, men walking like a man. There were some runners too going to their gates due to their delayed flight.
One dude was all decked out in black with his walk and hands pointing around like a rap singer as he strutted along.
Lots of wheelchairs and those golf cart busses beeping, trying to get people out of their way. I walk on the right side and they can go around me.
People kept their children close at hand and I would too. It would make a child cry to get lost in that place. Dog tags would not be a bad idea.
This person in a sports jacket sat down in the row of seats next to me and then laid down. I kept waiting for security to come by and tell him to sit up, but none ever did or showed up. Three seats, a table thing and his foot on the next seat: long man indeed, in my book. He lay there for an hour at least. Thats rude and shows his ignorance.
Mind you, I was sitting in the seats that had a wheelchair and a circle around it as I am qualified to do so.
Numerous persons sat in the seat next to the seat next to me. Dont think they were actually qualified to sit there but maybe they thought I was not either.
Lots of nice blue jeans walking up the aisle to passenger pick up and baggage claim, some with their bellies showing and some with meat hanging out over the jeans too.
About 30 minutes before they announced my flight, I went to the multi commode/urinal room, and then thought Id get an Atlanta paper before the flight. Boy could the Summit have taken a lesson on how to build a head. Other sports arenas could do the same. No waiting in line in one of those at the Atlanta Airport.
Went back to my seat and it was taken. Matter of fact, my whole row of seats was taken. Big boy was still stretched out over 3 seats and a table and his foot was still resting on the end seat.
Here I am with a pound or two of newspaper and my new little carry on with a jar of fig preserves and a jar of pear preserves plus my sport coat was inside the handle and all the other stuff my aunt put in for me.
I went up and banged my newspaper on big dudes foot to wake him up. He looked up and sat up in his seat. He was either sleeping good or had one fine hangover because he went back to sleep with his head in his hand.
