Dumb and mean

Normal airports are bad enough with their unattractive people and their too-loud, too-many conversations, but the Las Vegas airport has that little something extra: slot machines! Everywhere! Why, it's a veritable wonderland of sensory overload!

Taking the shuttle last night from the Edmonton airport to the Travelodge, I fought back some guilt: If I were checking in at 10pm only to check out at 4am, wouldn't that be kind of a waste of money? Could I not just sleep in the airport?

Yes, I could have slept in the airport, but that bed was so good. I'm reminded of that because I want nothing more than a bed right now. A bed and quiet. Those two things, one or both or either, would be heavenly. It's not the unattractive people who bug me; it's their conversations. I actually quite like all the unattractive people. That's one reason I like airports: so many more unattractive people to see! It's like a zoo. Unattractive people come from all over the world to parade themselves for my amusement. Even more beautiful is that they have to sit in airliners to get here, so they've got that little extra bit exhaustion that adds immeasurably to their unattractiveness.

Holy shit these people next to me are so unattractive and so boring.

A couple in matching sweatsuits just walked by.

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