I had a great time last weekend. A week ago today was my first day in Florida, hanging out, catching sun, catching fish, catching mosquito bites. I had my eyes opened however, which I think is often the case whenever you are in one place for a while when you travel. I was sitting in the airport reading a book in Baltimore (BWI) and I heard a guy talking on the cell phone. His voice was a little funny so I looked up at him. He had something in his mouth that I assumed to be tobacco. This explained the funny voice, and upon further inspection he had his whole bottom lip filled with chew. It was disgusting.
I got up to walk around and I saw 2 flight attendants sitting awkwardly close together. They were very well kept, and wearing their uniforms. Not an uncommon sight I'm sure except these GUYS were obviously pursuing a different lifestyle than am I.
Then I walked past a Aunt Anne's looking to grab a pretzel but they were not doing business because one of their employees was being placed on a stretcher. She passed out or something. She couldn't have been older than 25.
We went to the Imperial Buffet on Thursday or Friday. It was terrible, and the people were very... eclectic. Many of them seemed to be... Well I doubt their family tree branched that much. I think one of them was the star of the song, "I'm my own grandpa." I was wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt, no shoes and I was OVER dressed.
I guess there are different people and different ways of life outside of Carmel, IN.
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