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So, I was at the George Bush Intercontinental Airport earlier this week, preparing to board that big silver bird once again. (It’s company business; a week-long convention out West.)

When it comes to airports, I tend to be something of an early bird. (I would hate to miss a flight because I didn’t allow enough time to get through security.) It was a good thing, too - the lines were rather long this time. Once inside, though, I headed for one of the many food courts to get something to drink.

While standing in line at Wendy’s, I noticed this young woman a couple of places ahead of me. She wore jeans, tan leather sandals, and a maroon T-shirt. No big deal, of course, but her T-shirt gave me a bit of a pause: it read, “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem.”

Actually, I suppose one could take that in multiple ways. Was she, for instance, expressing a desire to chuck the shirt and shoes and parade through life (or at least the airport) topless and barefoot? Was she perhaps unaware of the inherent contradiction between the message and reality? (Think about it.) Or was it something even more ridiculous - she gave it no thought at all?

Now, I don’t know about you, but it astonishes me sometimes what some folks are willing to hang on their bodies!

Not long ago, while standing in line to renew my driver’s license, a young man ahead of me had on a T-shirt that proudly proclaimed, “Angry young pregnant woman” on it. And to think he was about to immortalize that on his license for at least two years! Hey, I’m sure you’ve seen worse.

But it’s like that guy I read about once, who applied for some job (whatever it was). After he filled out and turned in his application, naturally the company Googled him. (Er; you did realize that happens, didn’t you?) Guess what? They found his blog, where he cheerfully proclaimed to the world that he loved, among other things, “death”! They, um, weren’t amused.

Anyway, it’s just a thought, since I’m a bit out of pocket this week. But don’t panic! Like my buddy Ahnold used to say - “I’ll be back!”

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