3 Hours in the Dallas Airport

It's cold in this airport. I mean really cold. I'm on my third cup of coffee just to keep normal body temperature.

I easily found the gate for Ft. Myers because it has the highest concentration of elderly people and these...




Jorts baby! Come on Gators...get up and...fuck you gators. Forgive the blurry picture but it was already weird taking a picture of a random's backside let alone asking them to stand still. Even as I'm writing this I see another pair of jorts. What the hell Dallas...what the hell.

OK I've waited long enough. I'm going to the bar.