...On the tarmac...

I'm at that crucial point where you have had your ticket ripped, but you aren't quite in your seat.

You're in the hella weird hallway, right before you get on the plane. Its like a cattle call. All these fucking yinzers are figuring out how to stow their crappy Hollywood souveniers in the overhead compartment. I'm sitting in 22a. I'm sure its hell back there. Can't wait to use the facilities.

PS - I've counted 2 jhorts so far.

PPS - I think the couple behind me is talking about "Jews for Jesus".

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