Overheard at Hartsfield Jackson International

The airport can be a fantastic place to overhear juicy conversation, to people watch, and to generally silently judge others.  It's even more fun when you are traveling with someone equally as catty as you are, so you can commiserate in your judgement with someone else.  Sadly, this trip to NYC I am traveling alone, so I must use this blog as a reprieve.

Dear lady sitting next to me at the gate,

Your voice sounds like an evil stepsister in a Disney movie.  That haircut is doing nothing for you, nor are your black jeans I'm pretty sure you got in the mens department.  I realize you are excited about your coworker who is going to be interviewed by Katie Couric.  However, after listening to your five phone calls and your commentary on your PR expertise, I want to give you an elbow jab.  Good thing this arm rest is in my way. 

Also, why you have taken ten pictures of the runway with your digital camera will forever remain a mystery.

Sincerely,

Me