Sitting in an airport, I tend to watch people walking along and note a few things about them. Oh, yes, the clothing is always peculiar; they are always on the phone; and they have the worst shoes for walking in an airport one hundred miles long. People are interesting, no matter what.
Given that, now I find myself noticing other oddities in watching people: Buttocks.
This is not a recent occurrence. For me started back in 2009 while in New York when we were staying at Pennsylvania Hotel, right across from Madison Square Garden. Crazy place. Down the street a bit is Macy’s Department Store, the famous Macy’s from Miracle on 34th Street.
This revelation happened as we rode up the one remaining wooden escalator from that era. What a time that must have been way back then. Anyway, as we enjoyed the ride, standing RIGHT IN FRONT me was a gaggle of teenagers.
The one right at eye level was a guy with dropping drawers, popular at that time. I could see the label on his underwear, plus a good 5 inches of fabric. Couldn’t see the size, but they were old with an old tag.
Finally, the worst butt view was recently when we were at a high school theater event. We were sitting at the end of a row so we could escape easily. That was when a clutch of teenage girls climbed over us. They wore short shorts and oh-my-golly the ample “gluteal folds” flashed us.
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Are we old folks? Does anyone else find this to be true?
I truly apologize to all whom I have offended. Blame it on my peculiar way of thinking. It has been a rough year.
