OAK = Whore Island

I have decided to rename the Oakland International Airport, Whore Island.
Why you ask, well I will tell you.

Today I left work around lunchtime, in the hopes of getting home a little early.  Fridays are not a good day to try and fly out of Oakland.  It was very hectic and all the flights seemed to be full or even overbooked.  So I had 5 hours to kill at the airport.
Got a little Roundtable and plugged in the laptop.  Time to chill and people watch.

Now I will admit that where my flights leave from might enhance the magnitude of what I will call the whore quotient.  Southwest seems to always put the Seattle and Las Vegas flights next to each other.  This seems to bring the whores to me.
I just sit there and they walk right by.  So is it Southwest?  Is it OAK?  Is it Las Vegas?
It is like the whore triangle, each side works to support the other two.

Now normally, seeing a bunch of whores walking around would be nothing new or even very exciting.  Today was a little different.
Today I saw a whore couple.  Yes a man and woman who were equally whore-ifying and seemed to be dating if not married.

She looked like she was about 37 to 45, he looked about 30.  Oh, that isn't their age, thats their IQ...lol HEY, where is my rim shot?
OK seriously... They were both wearing the offical uniform of the whore, too tight shirts and hair gel.
This guys nipples were sticking out and guess what, they were pierced!!  Her shirt was so low cut that you could see the bottom of her boobs.  OMG, who puts this kind of shit on in the morning and leaves the house?
So this team of whores are dressed the part, now they just need to act the part.  Mr. Whore decides he needs to make a call, for over an hour, on two phones.  Yup, he was on two phones at once, but said almost nothing.  What did Ms. Whore think of this?  Nothing, she was on the phone too.  They spent most of the time they sat their waiting to get on the plane, on the phone with other people, unless they were calling each other.  When not on the phone, they just sat their and stared off into space.  I don't think they spoke to each other, unless like I said, they were calling each other.

I only wish I could have taken some pics of these folks and all the other whores on their way to Vegas today.  These two were just one example, but there were so many more.  Now everytime I go to Seatac, I am never bombarded by whores.  Is Seattle just two cold for whores?

Maybe I just had to much free time at the airport and maybe I should go to bed. Night Night.