In one airport I was distracted by what seemed a strange sight to me.
A very tall (maybe 6'6"?) cowboy with impossibly long legs, jeans, plaid shirt, big belt buckle, and boots was striding through the terminal. He was obviously a real rancher -- not the drug-store type at all. His skin was bronzed by wind and heat. His easy pace contrasted with his obvious strength and energy.
He was an interesting character (I love people watching) as he moved through the baggage carousels, searching for checked bags like the rest of us. You can imagine my surprise when he picked up a cute little red bag with white polka dots.
Then it happened again in another airport.
This time there was a trio of middle-aged guys. They were casually dressed in khaki shorts and pullover shirts. They were excitedly talking about where they were going together. The first one claimed a nondescript black bag. The next grabbed a dark blue duffel bag. The last fellow picked up a bright yellow bag with flowers on it.
What's going on with this?
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