When I landed in Fort Lauderdale last week, I was dead tired. After spending a week in Colorado, adjusting to the time change and the altitude, I was basically a walking zombie.
And then I noticed something that really woke me up.
It was one of those What The Hell?! moments...
Acid washed jeans.
And cowboy boots.
Now, I don't normally like to make fun of people - at least not outside my own head where people can hear me - but what on earth was this girl thinking?
Hello, the 80's called.
They want their jeans back.
As I was leaving the baggage claim area to head home, I came across something that seriously confused me.
I had to do a double take.
It was a BIRD in the baggage claim.
In the baggage claim.
Not a fancy, just escaped their cage, pet bird, but a pigeon.
Apparently, the TSA has a lenient policy on fowl.