Monday, May 3, 2010
I fly a lot for work and I have a game I play at airports when I fly back to Portland. I keep my gaze down and don't look for my gate number. Instead, I scan the people at each gate and look for the weirdest people I see - and that'll be the gate for Portland! It never fails! I knew I was at the right gate when I saw this lovely dreaded chap in his "hiker-boy" jacket! And smelled the patchouli! He reeks of the West Coast!