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Airports are interesting places. Mr. Man likes to spend his time reading, but I like to sit and watch people. Sometimes it's very mundane, sometimes it's very interesting. One time I even saw a mouse! A recent trip inspired the following open letter.


Dear Lady at the Airport,

Although I rarely wear open toed shoes because I can't wear them to work and I don't want to buy extra shoes, I certainly understand the etiquette that goes along with wearing them. I understand your desire to keep the nails on your toes trimmed and looking neat. What I don't understand, however, is why on earth you felt the need to pull out your giant toenail clippers in the middle of gate A29 and start clipping your toenails. In public! Was there some sort of toenail emergency that I was unaware of? And why, for the love of humanity, did you not pick up the clipped nails and throw them away. I've heard that you can compost them, but I can assure you that airport carpet did not need your discarded toenails laying around on it. I did not need your discarded toenails laying anywhere near me and am very, very glad you got on a different flight because who knows what you would have started grooming on the plane. Weirdo.

Sincerely,

TYS