To my right, I have a couple and their third wheel, a sleeper on the left, and Tom, the hilariously irritating clown as my flight attendant. He's whistling something with no apparent tune and speaking in German as he closes the overhead compartments. He's also really loud. Kinda like Joe Pesci in Lethal Weapon but not as quirky.
He's either being really nice (if you want to call it that) because he just took a hand full of Lortab or because this is his way of not freaking out (knock on wood) while in the air. Maybe being overly friendly and giving people "clever" nicknames based on clothing lets him relive his ambitions of becoming an actor. A dream he gave up when he discovered his stage fright.
To top my list of annoyances, there is a maintenance "issue." An hour goes by and we're still on the tarmac. I should have bought more snacks... I always get caught in a savory or sweet predicament when packing snacks for trips. I usually get both and eat neither. So, I made a bold decision and went with sweet...where are those damn airplane pretzels?
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