Thoughts at the Orlando Airport
An irresponsibly obese lady cuts me in line so she doesn't have to go through the body scanners.
"I'm comin over here, I don't want to be groped."
Bitch, you couldn't pay anyone to grope you.
The body scanners make you stand like you're about to get deloused in a prison.
I have never rolled my eyes so much in a hour and a half.
The first time I'm allowed to drink at the airport and I can't because 1) it's too early 2) I have to work today.
The smell of au bon pain salads make me ill.
Thoughts on the plane as I count 15 babies boarding
Fucking. Shoot. Me.