“I don’t know about you.”
“And the man at the airport checkout sure wouldn’t agree,
and the woman who felt me up at security probably wouldn’t be in accordance,
nor the sleeping man to my left at the airport terminal.
But I can’t think of a single place, absolutely nowhere else in the world where I would rather be right now on New Years Eve.
Right here, waiting for my flight, picking lint off the underside of my paint stained leggings at the gate seems to be precisely the perfect spot with which to welcome one spectacular, albeit wrinkly, New Year!”