...playing games with the faces/ she said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy....
Ugly people must be encouraged to ride the bus, in order to avoid defiling chic upscale airports with their downtrodden blue-collar lumpishness.
Or perhaps it is the riding of the bus that makes them ugly.
In any case, no beautiful people disembark.
The Travel Plaza, little noted for esthetic harmony, is the least lovely of my frequent haunts. Still, it carries pleasant memories and the fragrance of dogwood blossoms on sunwarmed afternoon breeze.
Then YoungEv steps off the bus, and the world is suddenly more gorgeous than a moment ago.
(America; Simon & Garfunkle)