The wait at Gate D4 of the Detroit airport turned into hours as a nice, thick fog settled in around Chicago's, O'hare Airport making it impossible to land the miniscule plane parked outside the window.  I kept nervously glancing at the ticket for my connecting flight, which was planned to leave for Tokyo, Japan in about two hours. I could hear a business man behind me gabbering on and on to the passengers around him, and based on the one-sided conversation, I gathered that he lived in Japan, ...
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I think this flight attendant seriously needs to rethink his profession if he ever plans on smiling, laughing or partaking in any other enjoyable activity again.  The distain with which he throws the packet of exactly 12.5 pretzels onto my tray makes me incredibly envious of the passengers on the other side of the plane who are greeted by the gracious smile of white-haired, somewhat plump Kathy-who loosely resembles my childhood friend’s granny.  

The fact that I actually know Kathy’s ...

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