Functionally ReTodded

When I was wandering / sitting at the Atlanta airport, I was making a concerted effort to observe and make notes in my Blackberry for FRT content for the next two weeks.  I made one note that had slipped my mind, until now.

When you’re in the international concourse, you see a lot of things.  You see different colors, sizes, genders, etc., and a vast majority are either hideous looking or eastern european (as in those ugly snaggle toothed communists we saw trying to tear down the wall in Berlin so they could get to a good dentist or plastic surgeon).

Anyway, after picking up my bag of Combos, water and some gum, I was walking to my gate and reading the destination cities off the gate signs before mine, when I saw a bunch of soldiers seated to my left at the Frankfurt gate.

“Ah.” I thought to myself.  “Soldiers going to Frankfurt because we have bases near there.”

And just then, I looked harder to my left as I cleared the wall that divided the gate areas, and there they were.

Hotties.  I don’t mean some pretty good looking women.  I’m seeing them and thinking to myself “These women are so beautiful that I bet it hurts to look directly at them,” so I avoided making eye contact by staring at their tits.

There were also some older haggered women and Carl Lagerfeld-like doods being swarmed by people with digital recorders who I can only assume were fashion reporters.  Holy crap!  The fashion reporters!

Still, it was amazing.  I was quite sure that these were actual fashion models or (better yet) calendar type models.  But they weren’t all racked up with bolt-ons and collagen and botox.  These were non-waify gorgeous international women.  Oh, and the compliment of skinny gay doods circling like carp next to a seafood joint waiting for you to throw fries in the water didn’t make me doubt my belief either.

So I went ahead and found several reasons to walk back and forth, and was repeatedly shocked that there were this many nines and tens in one tiny area.  Somewhere the ugly quotient was thru the roof, but it wasn’t here.

Anyway, I didn’t want to forget to tell you about that.  So if any of you reading this are heading to Frankfurt, be warned.  There are hotties there.