The Buttocks (Important to us all)

   

 

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 34^th 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.

  

One of the few wooden escalators still in use

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.

gluteal region

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.

Beware the danger of....

Famous meat market in Rome. Nutella candies can be purchased at the checkout
seriously. 

Last year 2019--although it seems like a decade ago--we took an old people bus trip to Rome. Had a grand time, and realized how important Nutella is to their economy. 

Walking along ancient streets, we discovered that Nutella in one form or another can be purchased just about everywhere. At the Vatican Official Gifts store, we could have bought Nutella that had been blessed by a priest. Not really, but it had a possibility of being true.

The question is: Who likes Nutella? My granddaughters do, in a major way.

Where are these guys and how can I find them?

It happens.

 Having said this, let it be known that I have an unopened jar of Nutella in my cabinet. It will find its way to their house, very very soon.

Good stuff

Go out and buy some for yourself. Be sure to have a spoon at home on the counter, ready scoop up the food of the gods.