odd

Flew from Philly up to Boston tonight. Uneventful flight, though as I was buying crappy airport food in the crappy airport food court, I saw a group of 10-12 year olds performing the most perfunctory line dancing I’ve ever seen, to prerecorded country music. They were all, down to the last boy and girl, wearing red felt vests, red felt cowboy hats on strings around their necks, checked shirts… and deely boppers. You know, deely boppers. On perfunctory pre-pubescent line dancers. Little fluffy deely boppers.

Truly bizarre, but this is the world we live in. Fortunately they finished up and left the stage to scattered parental applause around the same time I got my perfunctory veggie lo mein, so the chinese-central-Philly-west-texas cultural syncretism was kept to a bare minimum.