so my flight was delayed an hour and a half. I was relegated to the basement of ohare and had to walk to my plane which I always find kind of fun. except that means im flying in a tiny plane with almost no over head or leg room. Blasted!
im seated next to a russian guy. he is reading a book that looks like it was bought a few minutes ago from the airport bookstore. in front of us is a baby crying. he says "Now de veal questyon iz, do dey sell alkohol on dis flite?" I guess I could have struck up a conversation with him but I didn't feel like it. that baby is being surprisingly quiet... I wonder if the parents drugged him before the flight.
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