I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for boarding.
Next to me is a man with a braid, and real birkenstocks. I had forgotten about those.
I recently saw a gentleman get off a plane who looked exactly like he came out of an 80’s hair band. Long hair, black clothes. He walked with a limp, and had the COOLEST silver tipped cane.
Tired travelers. Tired kids. Parents dragging.
I have to say though, this is the best, quickest time I’ve ever had. I was the only one in check in, baggage check, and security, so went right through. I love the Burbank Airport, I sincerely do. I wish I could always fly out of here.
The guy with the braid and Birkenstocks is either a crunchy outdoors enthusiast or a hard-core computer geek.
How do I know?
Honey and I still own and wear our 10 year old Birkenstocks. Granted I’m fashion conscious enough that I will only wear them around our home or for a very quick run to the grocery store. They are still the most comfortable pair of shoes/sandals I’ve ever owned.
T with Honeys last blog post..Now THAT is my definition of a power tool
Burbank is the only airport I ever fly in or out of when I’m back home. I sure hope they’re not forced to close down in the near future. That would be a shame!