In Terminal 3 at San Francisco International Airport, there is a Chinese food stand that appears to be staffed entirely by attractive young Chinese women wearing silk dresses. Also, they have ducks hanging -- the dead, plucked kind. Neither of these are very common to airports. While I was eating soup purchased from a different food stand, I had a choice between looking at the Chinese food stand's employees and the ducks, or looking at a woman who was sitting at a table reading a book with her shoes off and her bare feet resting on a chair at another table. (The third option, moving elsewhere, was eliminated when I took the lid off the soup and the cap off the bottle of Anchor Steam I had also purchased -- there was no way I could have carried a tray that way without spilling.)

Actually, I also had a San Francisco Chronicle to keep me occupied, and I'm glad I did, because here are the first two paragraphs of their review of the movie "Doogal":

Here's all you need to know about the parental torture that is "Doogal." It's a movie that scrounges so desperately for laughs, it features both a flatulent moose and a flatulent train.

Said locomotive is voiced, appropriately, by Chevy Chase. You can just imagine the conversation with his agent. "Sorry, Chevy, no one's interested in any more 'Vacation' films. But I've got a farting cartoon train for you...."

You know, I've been on some Amtrak trains that seemed to be a little flatulent.