Come Along For the Ride
This gives me a disheveled look in the summer. Between that, the old band t shirts, studded belts, and funky looking Nikes, I can see how one would think I MAY not be your typical first class passenger. Still, don't question me about it. If I'm standing in the line for it, then treat me as such, you stupid, balding, coke bottled goggled dimwit. I assure you that I've seen more things than you ever will, and I can read well enough to stand in the proper line if the sign is literally a foot in front of me. One ought not to judge people on their appearance. That's the lesson here.
I feel better. Thanks.