bare traffic control

my dad took me to the airport today as i head to san francisco for a week. he's retired now so has nothing better to do. that's probably not true but i asked him anyway. i get to the airport at about 5pm as my flight is at 7pm. there is a line out the door to check in! luckily i checked in and printed out my boarding pass at the crib and was able to walk right in to the baggage drop off area. turns out my flight is delayed til 8:30pm and then 9pm! poor neo.

i'm just kinda roamin around the airport and what do i see? a ton of business men sitting and walking around. and a buncha sexy ladies on their way to or from miami or something. hmm, you know what airports need? that's right, strip joints. hell, anywhere that you might have to wait, strip joints. gotta wait an hour at the dmv or passport office? step through this door into the champagne room... flight delayed 3 hours? slow service at grand lux cafe? sure, have a seat on my lap... the bride a little behind schedule? you know the drill...