not me ... this guy in the airport concourse ... like it was the most perfectly normal thing to do at 4:15 AM (yes that is correct, the dreadful hour of 0400) ... he wasn't completely naked, wearing plaid boxers, chilling with his ankle propped over his knee, looking around and sitting in his seat at the main fountain ... meanwhile this guy in a tough metal studded biker jacket starts hollerin', couldn't tell if it was a Southern accent or a British one (tell you how sleep fogged my brain was ... embarassing tidbit, stood in line for a 1/2 hour at the Delta mile long check in when my flight was actually through AirTran) "Where's security!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you see what my problem is!!!!!!!!!!!! That guy is my problem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Phew I guess no openness about nudity there. Meanwhile the naked guy starts rummaging through the garbage can next to him, can't tell if he's drunk or just insane, and some other airport user plies him away. The guy in the biker jacket keeps hollering for security, he makes most of the scene, everyone else just looks on with amusement, who knows what the day before Christmas could bring. Finally security comes, the naked guy gives an indignant holler, rather incomprehensible while he gets handcuffed and escorted out ... weird ... told you i'd have a story and it's even true.
otherwise glad to be back in dc, though i did a good job of making sure the garbage got thrown out before I left for three weeks, but apparently I forgot to do the dishes so I got a not so pleasant surprise.
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