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One more thing from our trip. As we're waiting for our flight back to Houston, I noticed a girl (perhaps 15 or 16-years old) wearing a truly hideous outfit. I don't remember much other than the fact that she was wearing some clunky not-cute-at-all wedge open-toed heels and black patterned socks pulled up as high as they would go. Of course, playing the devil's advocate, Mikey said I should not make fun of her because she's probably an evacueee from Lousiana (actually, he most likely said refugee, but some people aren't too fond of that term, so I will stick to evacuee) and those are the only clothes she has. Well fine, I said, but she does NOT have to wear the socks and the shoes at the same time. Seriously people. (And she wasn't an evacuee anyway; he just likes to try to make me look bad.) So when we get in line for the flight, lo and behold, the girl and her parents are in front of us. I'm still mesmerized by the footwear situation when I notice her mom fumbling around in their stuff for something. All of a sudden, her mother pulls out tweezers and starts PLUCKING THE DAD'S EYEBROWS. In the airport. Right in front of me. I so wish you all could have seen my face. I felt like I was in class trying desperately not to laugh. Of course your laugh is even louder when you've been trying to hold it in. Mikey stood in front of me in a feeble attempt to block the people from my convulsions. Oh boy, it makes me laugh now just thinking about it.