It’s the Tuesday after a holiday weekend. Which means every Tom, Dick and Henrietta is going to be at the airport with you. Which means you should have arrived about an hour ago. Which means you get to sprint through the airport.
Thank God you are a runner. And decided flip flops were the best choice this balmy, sweaty morning.
As for the deodorant stains up & down the sides of your black dress, I’m not sure why anyone in the security line or the tram didn’t say anything to you this morning. Thank God you stopped by the bathroom to wipe your pits and discovered the error of your ways!
Regardless, you still look super hott this morning.