Checking in women headed out of the country. One is tame the other a riot. The bag is at 49lbs. The friend says you can’t even add a blueberry. Not even a pubic hair. I say oh I like her. She says you don’t know the torture she is about to endure. So then she says look at our shirts. The bashful one was slooooow to pull out her shirt. And I know why. Mind you, there is a man standing not too far behind them. Supportive, but very much ‘I watch from a distance’. Pic below.