Well, I found the most excellent place to spend an hour between flights, since we can't get a direct flight anywhere on Southwest. It is like a mirage in the deep south, providing the inhabitants with free internet access and unlimited electrical outlets. All I needed was a hot, blond, tall, muscular guy to bring me a Starbuck's coffee and Cinnabon on a silver platter, and the Birmingham International Airport would be heaven on Earth. I spent the most productive hour of my life in this celestial paradise, as I could check email, read crap news, and look at hot, Southern gentlemen.
Southwest has really trained me to learn how to allow large, older, space-invading men into my personal 3-feet circumference. I also get to listen to conversations that I don't care to hear, particularly life stories of random people. I sat in front of some hospital C.E.O. It is always amusing to me when people discuss medicine, health, and their limited knowledge of it. Actually, people like to answer questions directed to physicians in public places, as though they really have no idea. I usually get to sit by drunk people, who are rather entertaining. Thank God for the free Wheat Thins. . .oh, wait, we have been reduced to a teaspoon of peanuts.
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