I'm sitting in the San Jose airport waiting for my zone (5) to be called, wishing I'd spent the $100 on the upgrade to first class just so I could be sure to get both my carry-ons on board. I'm wearing my typical airport schlub-wear (loose jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt and a button-down plaid shirt whose saving graces include being warm and having two pockets but firmly excludes fashion). As I watch zones 1,2 & 3 pass by me... I smile at a cute guy and he offers to let me join his 'party' (thus getting on the plane early)!
*goggle* Seriously. This never works for me. Other, pretty people, sure. But not me, dressed in really comfy unattractive clothes, looking jealous.
*goggle* Seriously. This never works for me. Other, pretty people, sure. But not me, dressed in really comfy unattractive clothes, looking jealous.