I recently returned from a business trip to St. Louis. I didn't see anyone wearing band-aids on their face so I am assuming it is no longer fashionable there. Here's a quick recap of what I learned.
1. Never wear a Bangkok Thailand, or any other destination, shirt on an airplane. The steward and stewardess on both of my connecting flights asked if I had been there. I only replied "Nope, just got the t-shirt". They proceeded to tell me a story or a quip about Bangkok because they've either worked there or have a fiance from there. Hey buddy, I didn't ask if those pants were from Sears. Just pour my tomato juice and move along.
2. People wear anything, anywhere. Please don't wear camo from head to toe unless you are being deployed. I saw more hammer pants, fanny packs, visors (as in old people visors), and Crocs (ugh!) that one should ever see in a lifetime. In fact, I'm pretty sure I met mine, my mom's, my dad's, and my friend's quotas...so don't worry Dana, I have you covered!
3. There are three types of people who fly. The reader/computer geek, the sleeper, and the I-wanna-make-friends-with-every-person-on-the-flight-talkaholic. People who know me may think I am the friendmaker. Surprise - I'm the sleeper. Unless I'm travelling with a friend, I will not talk to anyone. Unless something needs to be said, I'll shut my eyes and go to a happy place. Unfortunately, I was stuck behind two talkaholics for an hour. They were both aisle seaters so they were constantly being interrupted by the stewardess (who has been to Bangkok btw). I happily sat next to another sleeper though I couldn't fall asleep since I was intrigued with the talkaholic's convo...or rather annoyed because of their verbal volume. One was going to Boston for spring break. She was the quirky type - funky glasses, cardigan, chuck taylors, messy ponytail. Her "friend" was visiting family in Ohio and decided to bring them some eggs. Yes, she whipped out a carton of farm eggs. So between the two, I was stuck in a vortex, whipping around with my arms and legs flailing about hoping to have Auntie Em call me home. Then we landed.
4. The Amish like to travel.I visited The Arch. It was across the street from my hotel so I walked over and purchased a ticket to ride to the top ($10). I wandered around while I waited on my turn to go up. There were gift shops, a free museum (complete with animatronics who told stories; my favorite being the black cowboy), and an old-fashioned mercantile. As I watched visitors coming and going, I witnessed something that amused me. Metal detectors are placed at the entrance. I looked up to witness the Amish (or Mennonites or whoever they were...they had bonnets and beards) set off the metal detector. The first few who went through didn't set it off, but it was that bastard Ezekial (we'll call him Eazy-E) that did. I've also seen these people at the beach, dressed in their long trousers and floor-length dresses wading in the ocean. Those Amish go anywhere (as long as it's by horse)!
I will upload pics as soon as possible. I found something disturbing on a backpack of a traveller but I cannot describe it. I will definitely need help...more to come...
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