Business Travel 102

There are enough blog entries about Travel 101. They all address the anectodal issues of delayed aircraft, bad food, poor service, etc, etc. I've done that and lived to regret the experience, but it has been a while. Today's experience refined the element of business travel I've long overlooked.

Admittedly, over the past several years, I've grown accumstomed to the lifestyle and culture of Louisiana. While I've traveled extensively through the state, it was an illuminating day to travel outside of the area where crawfish is a standard on the menu. Standing in the cooridor of the Atlanta airport, the cornucopic diveristy of life exploded across the spectrum of what we call life. It was almost too much to bear, gaping at the mini-skirts designed to gently embrace and accentuate frames of 100 pounds, groan at the task of constraining the 150+ pounds wrapped within. There is no delicate way to put this -- too much thigh, too little "why" -- my brain is purged, please don't do that again. Then, again, there was the kilt. For the life of me, I cannot understand what makes a man wear a skirt. Call it a kilt if you will, but really dude, you are wearing a jacket, a pleated skirt, and a crocs -- really?!? -- it's a kilt. Okay, fine, if you say so, but trust me, I'm not putting on my skin. I have enough problems with gossip just being single. Okay, then there was the group I can't even being to classify -- a sundress with black suede 4-inch heels (really?); the jacket, t-shirt, and suede boots combo (sorry, too slow with the camera -beyond belief), or perhaps it was the bulemia twins - dressed alike in an embrace of death that will end soon, but in heels and leather. Dudes, really, go buy some decent clothes.

Some basic rules in the airport:
Muscle shirt = redneck
Mullet = redneck
Tatoo/mullett = redneck
Tatoo/mullett/muscle shirt = Maybe she wants you -- i'm really out of my element and can't help you . We're are on different wavelengths -- good luck to you, but in all likelihood = redneck.

Having said all that, I'm drawn back the fact that God created each of us and longs to have a realtionship with us. What's holding you back? This stuff? Hey, God created "you" and if nothing else mattered, that would be reason enough to love Him back.