My weekly 6am flights to Newark International tend never to end in any anything other than my neck pillow falling in the bathroom stall and/or the pre-coffee tift with the taxi driver.
Fate was on my side today, however. After picking my neck pillow off the ground of the bathroom, I looked up and found this nude vision coming towards me.
When I asked him for a picture, there was none of the usual "as-if" glares or "Are you kidding?! I look like shit!" exclamations. All I got was the millisecond he took to slow his roll and strike this pose. Let's be honest. I wouldn't have too much time for the measly minions either if I had that masterpiece on my shoulders.
It is a rare feat to make a statement in nude colors but the statement was definitely made. I'm still not sure where the scarf ends and the shawl begins. What I do know is is this overload of camel sure did brighten up my vanilla Monday morning.