So in the last 48 hours, I’ve been on:
- 4 subways
- 3 buses
- 2 airplanes
- 1 taxi
and I logged more time hanging out in 2 airports than I’d care to relive, except for the AMAZING people-watching.
At LaGuardia yesterday, they should have had a paramedic team on standby all day, because I saw FOUR different women fall off of their shoes, in a 90-minute period. If there is ever a day in your life when you must assume you’re going to be walking a lot, it’s a day when you fly. Sometimes I feel like I’ve walked halfway from Chicago to my destination before I ever get on a plane, and that’s a phenomenon that gets repeated after arrival. So what prompts someone to wear 6-inch heels with 2-inch platforms when they’re traveling?
I’m happy to report that no men fell down when I was watching. Le sigh…
I did see some very attractive ensembles when I was looking about; I’ll try to pull them together for you in the next day or two. My sleep patterns are wrecked!