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Random 5 Friday – Carry on, visitors, stories and mittens

It’s Friday and I’m feeling random – here we go!

Traveling this week and found 3 consistencies:

  1. “Carry-on” is a joke.  Everyone carries a bag the size of a couch + at least one more thing.
  2. People smell.  Most don’t mean to, some don’t care, but you just can’t jam that many people into such a tight place without experiencing breath that smells like a goat’s toenail.
  3. Babies cry on planes, their ears hurt, getting huffy about it doesn’t get us there any faster.

Also, I notice different things where-ever I go:

  1. More people, more noise.  Everywhere. Inescapable.
  2. Visitors form a kinship with each other – in the nation’s Capitol the first tip-off are all the name badges, the second are that the people wearing them are the only ones visiting with each other, the “regulars” buzz by in a blur.
  3. Everyone has a story to tell; this week I traveled with a middle-aged lady and an elderly dog, an excited young family, a new father with a shared 4-H background, and an older gentleman with an elegant chapeau. Humanity, gotta love it.

Coming home I noticed the following:

  1. Long lines at McDonald’s; 0 at the salad bar
  2. $6.00 water, $5.00 apple juice and $4.00 bananas, see #1
  3. On the flight to Michigan, someone holding up their hand to point to where they’re from.  Smiling.   Home again.

 

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

 

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The Mitten State

 

And how was your week? Any randoms to share?

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