The People I See on My Travels - 5

If you are a regular reader of my blog (well done by the way), you have to be a little bit excited by this post simply by the title. You know that I am about to report on one of the "humans" that I encounter on my travels. This post will be different. I will not be mocking someone that clearly deserves it. Side note: don't judge me for judging...you know darn well all those people deserved what they got. I will actually be completely embracing someone. Seriously, I will. And, after this post, I bet you do too.

Let me introduce you to Mr-I-Am-The-Coolest-Cat-This-Year-And-The-Past-Eighty...(face not blurred because I am hoping someone knows this guy to high five him)

Please let the R on the bag mean he is a long lost Rubio

I saw this gentleman (given, he gets that title right off the bat from me) on a flight from Salt Lake to Dallas. We were both in first class. I was upgraded due to the ridiculous amount of flights I embark on and he was undoubtedly begged by the airlines to fly with them due to his coolness. He sits down a row in front and to my left. I stared. I stared some more. Here is what I saw:

1. A pink/salmon/peach blazer (with matching tie) that was pressed to the highest extent possible. A naval Sargent would have been happy with the smoothness on this thing.
2. Enough jewelry to make Liberace and Mr. T drool. Somehow, he made it look classy and not gaudy. Fantastic.
3. Some sort of shiny alligator type shoe that was so polished you could easily see your reflection.
4. Matching his shoes, of course, an alligator type briefcase that was equally as shiny. My assumption is four bottles of Armor All were used daily on that baby.
5. A monogram on his sleeve that read "God's Gift." I am not even kidding. What a soldier. One has to believe that is a label many a lady has bestowed upon him and that it's simply his title now. 
6. A fedora. Do I really even need to talk about how cool you are if you are sporting a fedora? Indiana Jones and this guy. Done.

He never made eye contact with me on the three hour flight or I would have made conversation. I would've had to spray him to simply tell him just how cool he was.

He strolled off the plane, given he didn't walk like an average person, and stayed just long enough for me to catch him in action. As you can tell, he is looking right me and probably not even shocked that someone was taking his photo. God knows it is probably a daily occurrence for this cat.

RUBIO