Stories from a plane. First flight the guy next to me was wearing a marathon finisher shirt. I think that's what he did prior to boarding because the BO was ******* rank. He went to bathroom at one point and I caught him sniffing himself when he came back. I wanted to be like, yeah, it's you who reeks.
Next flight I get a lovey dovey couple. Like, lights out they start making out. She puts his coat over their laps and I wonder if I'm going to have to ask them to please stop because I know where your hand is, girl. After a while I realize she's crying and he's consoling/sucking her face. Then lights come on and they are chatting about russia/politics and I see her shirt says marxist.com and her phone screensaver is a sickle and hammer. At this point I bury my nose in my book (I got through all 300 pages on that leg!) before I get a call for an interview with Mr. Mueller.