On my flight to LAX, the greying man of about 55 or so sitting in the seat
across from me was wearing the following items, roughly in this order.
- Purple sweatsuit
- iPod Shuffle
- Headphones, with adjustable headstrap
- Bad toupee
The strap for the headphones went
under the toupee. He walked into
the cabin with the jack in his hand. At the end of the flight, clearly unable
to remove the headphones without removing the whole hairpiece, he unplugged the
jack from his Shuffle, and walked out with it in his hand as well. We
are all of us strange, sad little monkeys. When it comes my turn, I can only
hope I can deal with age more gracefully.
Or, at the very least, more competently.
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permalink (2005/03/20 21:19)