In the Baltimore Airport, I was waiting for my smoothie and three middle-aged women, who were far fromthe epitome of fashion, walked passed. Overheard: “People really dress like slobs.”
In the Buffalo Airport: A woman crying, TSA agents around, another woman with one of those voices that sounds like she’s had a lot of cigarrettes and a lot of whisky in her life. Overheard (in a not very comforting tone), “You have to go. You’re on your own now.”
An Unexplored Wilderness 