A Nation of Slobs
This is Froma Harrop describing a terminal at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport:
There, a nation of slobs paraded through the crossroads of America. Frayed denim hems swept the filthy floor. Cleavage poured out of T-shirts bearing vulgar messages. Big bellies flowed over the waists of jeans. Mature women waddled in stained sweat suits. Some passers-by stuffed their mouths with pizza as they walked.
See previous post. Maybe the Neanderthal genes are still with us.
Watch old movies, like “The High and the Mighty,” to see what flying used to be like.
I had a 90-minute layover at Chicago O’Hare recently, while on a trip from Louisville to Newark. If memory serves me correctly, my fellow travelers looked better dressed, and more physically fit, than the general population. Either Froma flew on a bad day — or the U.S. population is far more slovenly than I realized!