Flying North N.E. AA1263. With Track Suit.

~ Live & Learn

An introvert’s sanctuary. Dallas / Fort Worth International Airport. The world’s 4th busiest airport. Giant footprint. Take trains between terminals. Get lost among the crowds, the lines, the heavy foot traffic. Near zero probability of seeing anyone you know.

I pass through security. No random check. No single coin in back pocket triggering body check and palm swab for explosive residue.

I walk.

I pass a line that spills out into the concourse, and down along the wall. Chick-Fil-a. How good can this really be? Didn’t realize Chick-Fil-a served breakfast. Make a mental note. Must try that. But can’t risk it now. Middle-aged thing sprouted out of nowhere. Stomach, formerly cast iron, now leaky.

I look for an overhead sign pointing me to the Admiral’s Club.  10 gates down. Texas does it big here too. Large (very) facility, high ceilings, a refuge for business travelers. Quiet. Soft lighting. Spotless bathrooms. Cushy leather chairs.

I walk.

I look down at my black sneakers. When your work life has more than ample amounts of stress, you de-risk all other elements.

Like my attire.

You don’t attract attention. Avoid stares. Avoid chance of conversation.

30+ years of business travel.  You could take snapshots, during each year of my travel as I age. But for the receding hair line, the thickening midsection, the dark bags under the eyes, and a different roller board, you would see the same Me.

Sport Coat. Dark.
Slacks with sharp crease.
Blue Shirt. Typically solid, maybe, maybe a stripe.
Black loafers, maybe lace-ups. Polished to high sheen.
Think mannequin at Brook’s Brothers.

I walk.

Today, I’ve decide to mix it up. You’re reading this saying: “How hard can this be?” Pretty damn hard.

4:30 a.m. at hotel before departing to airport. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, agonizing over what to wear. Come on DK. Really?

So, here it goes.

Black Socks.
Black Lululemon stretch slacks, with skinny legs.
Black T-Shirt.
Black Ugg Sweat Shirt with Hoodie.
Black Addidas running shoes.
Think a casual Johnny Cash. Or Steve Jobs. But far less cool than both.

I walk out of the hotel room, take one last look around, and head down to the front desk. Anxious. Stomach doing backflips.

“Good Morning Mr. Kanigan” after lifting her head from the hotel reservation system. Was that an eye brow lift? Was that an up-down eye flick? 

I walk.

I’m approaching the Admirals Club.

I notice as I walk, my head is down, lessening the chance of recognition.

I walk through the entrance at the Club, neglecting to see the Club check-in on my right.

“Sir! Sir! Sir, you in Black!”

I look over my shoulder to see two attendants at the desk serving a short line. The two attendants and all of the guests standing in line turn to stare.

I feel a surge of heat rush up my body cavity to my face. I’m flushed.

I move into the right line, head bowed feigning attention to my iPhone messages. My line moves quickly. The other is stalled.

I reach the front of the line, handing her my I.D.

“Hey Sweetie. Good morning.  That’s one very fine leisure suit” which is followed by a soft chuckle from someone in the other line.

“That’s one very fine leisure suit.”

I turn away, walk into the club dragging my roller board.

“I don’t need this sh*t.”

Image: Airplane by x-inna

79 thoughts on “Flying North N.E. AA1263. With Track Suit.”

  1. Smiling… that’s what happens when you abandon a time tested routine. Skinny pants, David? My blogging hero, pillar of the financial world wears skinny pants? Please tell me it was some sort of auto-correct error. Please.

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  2. ha ha haaaaa…… this is truly priceless. Hero Husband had NO problem after returning from the UK to terra firma (Europe) to get rid of his ‘business attire’ (shirt and tie at nearly all times). Now it stresses him out a bit when he is forced to wear a tie more than 3x per week….. Better times will come and you, the guy in black, will become ease into the ‘new look’. Fine article David! Keep your cool! But no sneakers just yet!

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        2. Sawson, you know BE KIND, do as Lori does, and just ADD the link….. ! 😉
          You made me search for it too and that‘s why I can only comment to this saucy bit so much later. I was paralised for two days, visualising Superman launching in his plane seat in tiger-patternd tights and laughing my head off on MY power of imagination!
          BUT David; you should have started to fly in more comfortable gear years earlier…. I do NOW understand all those badly dressed travellers stepping off their plane. They are all ‚Very Frequent Flyers‘!!!!!

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          3. You seem a tad condescending and I know you are not! So what is it? If I had slim legs (mind you, even if I just HAD legs and not two short ugly trunks), and if I COULD wear skinny clothes, I bet you I would too.
            OR is it a belated midlife crisis‘ reaction…. ? Nah, surely not. David has just realised that travelling in comfy outfits DO make a difference! 🙂

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          6. Oh I wish I had read that before my ‚other‘ comment to David…. There we go – totally agree to 100%.
            And you ought to know that I have studied long for the correct word because I didn‘t like ‚condescending‘. But I also knew or hoped you‘d understand WHAT I meant…. Teasing YOU a bit too. It‘s SO gr8 that we can also tease each other on W‘App 😉

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          12. David, the way I see this is that you‘re on a lost case. Together with Sawsan, Lori, Dale and others you don‘t stand a chance and will be teased, admonished, praised and chastised mercilessly (but with a loving mind!)…. Just give up already 🙂

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  7. Unlike your other readers, I shall not mock you for trying to be comfortable on a decent-length flight.
    I will however, offer you kudos on sharing a vulnerable moment with us, your loyal following.
    Ok. Eff it. I can’t lie. I laughed.
    Lululemon, eh? Wouldn’t have pegged you as the sort to even own anything from their store!

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    2. YES YESSSSSSSS Dale; nailed it – as you do! But in my culture it‘s a done deal: Those you like most, you tease most! With people I don‘t appreciate, I‘m VERY polite, correct and cool, I would never tease them. With people I adore, it‘s teasing non stop. So – take your pick!

      But I‘m just now seriously jealous – he puts you on speed dial…. that‘s going too far 😉 😉 😉

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  9. “I feel a surge of heat rush up my body cavity to my face. I’m flushed.” I know that feeling all too well…

    I wonder what your hockey buddies would think of your Lululemon pants…

    Thanks for the laugh!

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  11. i love every word of this as you lead us through your reasoning and thought process. kudos to you for dipping a toe in the water, even if you feel like you may have had a toe or two bitten off. good thing you had the skinny pants on, kind of like a wetsuit. )

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  17. Agreed with your last line totally. Inappropriate. If living in Hawaii has taught me one thing, it is to accept people as they are. String bikinis up a not so flattering butt crack or shorts with white midthigh socks blend into the visitors landscape. I might do an inner eye roll, but keep it to myself. People have feelings, after all. 😘

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  18. From skinny jeans over an expanding midsection …to orange sherbet coloured leisure suits with white accessories … to string bikinis up a not so flattering butt crack … the comments section from your readers on your posts is hilarious! It’s so funny to remember what we used to wear and then to think we thought it was cool back then! And tomorrow is T.G.I.F for all of us … hope your week was great and your weekend is even greater, Dave!

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