So, I am sitting here in the amazing and super fancy Columbia Metropolitan Airport. My flight is in 30 minutes, and I just overheard the lady with the walkie talkie say that the flight is overbooked. Great. Super. Awesome. Why do they do crap like that?
In other words, I am super excited to be boarding a plane with the guy sitting right next to me. I think he bathed in cologne this morning. My nostrils are burning. I think I am going to be smelling this guy for the rest of the day.
No one is volunteering to give up their seat. It's not going to be me. Even if it would mean getting away from this perfumed gentleman sitting right next to me.
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