SLC Layover

What’s wrong with this picture?

I know there's something wrong but I can't quite place my finger on it...

O.K. I think I have narrowed it down.  Is it the fact that there is a cat in the airport?  Or is the shocking part that there is a cat in the airport on a leash walking around wearing a sweater?    

How about this picture? 

Yep, it’s a pug.  You know, the small, fairly worthless dogs that have a hard time breathing which causes them to snore louder than fat old men.  Well, this pug is proudly being touted as a service dog by his two even more proud dads.  Oh yes, that is a man.

Airports are an amazing place.  A mix of all walks of life.  Presently I’m staring at a 55 year old man proudly wearing a leather biker jacket, checking his email on his smartphone wearing Velcro shoes…it's all very, very confusing.

There’s a woman proudly being driven through the airport because she’s too heavy to walk from one terminal to another.  I’m pretty sure the walk would do her well.  Unfortunately I don't have a picture because the cart was weaving through pedestrian traffic.  But then again, it's probably for the best.

There’s a group of burka clad women standing in the middle of terminal C.  As people walk by it is obvious that they are not trying to look but you can’t hide your eyes.  Almost every pair strains to the side as they pass, innocently making sure there’s no funny business going on. 

Classic America sits down next to me.  Well, half of them.  The real looker sits on the floor and shakes her hand at what must be her parents.  The arm fat sways long after the hand stops shaking.  I can’t help but notice that she’s wearing a wedding ring…it must be her husband sitting by her side with a semi retarded look on his face.  A comment that would normally sound insensitive but in this case it is the most accurate description one can make.    It’s here that I start to wonder how long the two have been married.  If this guy can find a wife, anyone can...