Yesterday, at the Denver airport, a foreign man told me that he liked the part in my hair.
He was in his twenties, probably about 25, and was from Portugal or Spain, I think. I was sitting on Shaun's duffel bag (which I nabbed to take with me) about 4 feet away from him, and all of a sudden he stood up and was like, "I jflslikehus the hryaparthi lkfinfj bvwyourhvy bayhairnjve." And I said, "Pardon me?" And he said, "I like the part in your hair." Then he smiled, nodded, and walked away. And I laughed.
Yesterday, at the Denver airport, I saw a man pick a wedgie.
He was in his forties, standing with four or five other men. He appeared to be a type that plays golf. He had on khaki shorts. I turned to the side (to the left really) and he was about two feet away from me. I glanced up, and he picked a wedgie. Right there. Right in my face. Oh gosh.
Yesterday, at the Denver airport, I realized that no one in the state of Colorado believes in Starbucks.
I walked all over the airport, with a green backpack on my back (where it belongs) and Shaun's duffel bag in my hands. And as I walked, I kept my eyes peeled... and there was no Starbucks anywhere. ANYWHERE. I just wanted a nice iced coffee and a bagel. And I got nothing.
3 comments:
Was it a special part in your hair, or just a normal part in your hair?
Was there any coffee places? Or just no Starbucks... I mean, it's shocking either way... but... WHOA.
:)
It was just a normal hair part, which makes it REALLY funny.
And there were other coffee places but they weren't as fun.
There are five starbucks within a 10 minute walk of my apartment.
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