Thought from Reagan National

Out of all the available seating in this spacious terminal, why does the equivalent of the black Violet Beauregard after turning into a giant blackberry in need of juicing have to sit right next to me? In just a minute, I will be forced to “check the standby list” in order to get away from this mammoth behemoth monstrosity so I don’t have to smell her McDonald’s breakfast any further.

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