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christopher575I'm at the cowboy bar at the Denver airport. They're playing Alanis Morrisette, and "Hand in my Pocket" sounds like a country song to me for the first time. I just saw them throw a chili bowl in the trash, which makes me hope I won't have any more chili burps tonight.
I have seat 2D again this flight. Maybe Foot Girl will be there again. I'm not due in Seattle for almost four hours, and then I have the bus ride home. This sucks.
Some tool wearing headphones in the back keeps woo-ing and saying stuff that almost makes sense. I hope he gets chili in his lap. (note: he later was the last person to board my flight, and he was so wasted he ran into every single person in an aisle seat, myself included, on his way to his seat.)
I have seat 2D again this flight. Maybe Foot Girl will be there again. I'm not due in Seattle for almost four hours, and then I have the bus ride home. This sucks.
Some tool wearing headphones in the back keeps woo-ing and saying stuff that almost makes sense. I hope he gets chili in his lap. (note: he later was the last person to board my flight, and he was so wasted he ran into every single person in an aisle seat, myself included, on his way to his seat.)
