I haven’t slept in 24 hours. I’m still slightly dizzy. I’m exhausted. I tried sleeping on the floor of the airport for awhile before I gave up. I probably smell a little. I just want to brood in peace and quiet
But then, the restaurant next to my gate is blasting out 80s pop hits. The stupid restaurant is closed and it’s 4:15 in the morning. So you can go ahead and charge us more for running up your damn utility bill for the two people at our gate. It's just so crazy, I pray I don't do something stupid to that place.