Monday, January 22, 2007

What's that smell?

I'm grateful for the Denver International Airport as it provided me with one of the highlights of my recent trip to Tampa, FL. Me, Chelsey, Mom, and Dad were sitting in the terminal awaiting our connecting flight to SLC when in walked some girl who sat down a few rows in front of me. She immediately sat down and I exclaimed "Holy Crack!" I sneaked a photo, but it was difficult. The windows severely overexposed the picture, so I had to turn on the flash to take the picture. Here you go and enjoy.

8 comments:

Papa Doc said...

Yeah, it was pretty disgusting!

Jason said...

I think I am going to be sick.

chelsey said...

I can't believe you actually put it on here!! At least she provided a good laugh! The front view didn't look much better though did it?!

Jess and Jen said...

Yup, let's just say that her "crack" was more visible up front... She must have problems finding clothes that fit.

Jason said...

Can we leave this subject alone? The picture is bad enough. I wouldn't feel bad if I never had to see it again. I really hope my teenage and pre-teenage boys don't see this.

Mike and Adrianne said...

Ok, so this is what I am wondering. If I sit down and my crack is showing, I can feel it. How can you not know it is showing and not be embarrassed by it? I can't believe that. It really is disgusting. I'm just so glad that long shirts are in style now.

Jess and Jen said...

Adrianne, just how often do you sit down with your crack exposed? I'm a little concerned that you have experience with this!

I'm glad long shirts are in too, but just wish she'd worn one that day in the airport.

Papa Doc said...

For heaven sake, I saw it too, and had film. But (or butt) it never occured to me to take a picture. And Chelsey, I did not even give her enough attention to notice any other prominant presentations.

I know that we get in trouble being picky about such things as grammer and spelling (I need my spell checker in this comment area!), but were you really so interested in the picture that you took leave of subjective mood?

Dad Clark