Fortunes out of Woes

Sitting in the Charlotte, North Carolina airport. My flight to Frankfurt was delayed by an hour. Not to worry, there's a bar not 50 steps away from the gate! It's a nice little local brew too, Carolina Beer Co. Craft brews are something you can't generally find in Germany, and something I tend to miss while living there.

Flight from Vegas was smooth and even, with the help of some Razzies, thank god for those. There was a potentially dangerous urination episode where I waited too long on the plane, then was stuck in my seat for landing, taxiing and waiting for all the other degenerates to get off the plane. The misery is only equaled by the soul-pleasing release of piss once in the bathroom (in the pants just would've been embarrassing).

I'm what you might call accidentally buzzed at the moment. Just thought I'd pop over for a bagel sandwich and a beer while I waited. Naturally, one beer turned into 3, so far.

Whenever any airport worker pops up on the loudspeaker, they have this southern drawl. It makes me chuckle because they sound sort of stupid.

Before takeoff in Vegas I was sitting next to this Puerto Rican chick (yes, I can tell the difference) and she was yelling and cussing into her phone, in Puerto Rican spanish about how she didn't want to talk and argue, yet continued instigating. She'd hang up, then immediately be back on the phone. At first it was uncomfortable and totally cliche. You could tell others around were unnerved. But then the razzies kicked in and she eventually shut the fuck up. You can bet though that as soon as the plane landed she was back on that damn phone yelling and cussing again.

Here's to the mystery of the next person I'll have to sit next to for 8 hours across an ocean and into another continent!