Airports: where style is delayed worse than my connecting flight out of Atlanta.

As a newcomer to the jet-setting ways, I haven't really had time to experience the bustle and annoyances of air travel. After all, two of my last trips I've taken that required air transportation were to Miami and Seattle. Both pleasure vacations where the airport was simply a conduit to good times. Plus I was flying with good friends. A lot changes when you have to fly for a non-fun reason by yourself. Don't get me wrong, osteopathic medical schools of America, keep them interviews coming, but when you know that white, sandy beaches  are replaced by the cold, drab hallways of a learning institution (where I would have to fork over $189K for the pleasure of walking down said hallways), my excited bone disintegrates from osteoporosis as fast as the bones from my tentative geriatric neighbors in Bradenton. Maybe I belong in Florida after all...

Back to fashion. So on my multi-delayed connection out of Hotlanta, I spent my time walking around aimlessly, eating overpriced food, drinking overpriced beer, and observing my fellow journeymen and women. I realized that I was in an international airport, which means I was delayed in a perfect situation to see the style from all over the GLOBE. I turned on my inner Tim Gunn and decided to critique other airport dwellers, assured that I would witness killer outfits, daring color combinations, and more chic than can be stored in the overhead compartments. The hunt is on...

This is your fashion captain speaking. There will be an indefinitely-long style delay in the airport this afternoon. It turns out looking good is secondary to surviving comfortably while sitting between strangers in economy class and sprinting to your departing gates. Sorry for the inconvenience. 

Great. Just great. And the captain was absolutely correct. Everyone was either a businessman/woman in a black suit, or a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy/gal. I myself looked like the former, and I wanted to get out of my suit and join the comfort bandwagon. Not much in terms of  ground-breaking fashion. I'd say I was disappointed but after my dietary decision to eat Burger King twice in one day, from two different cities, I didn't feel justified being upset at anyone but myself.

Sorry about the blurry camera phone shot.