There are really only two kinds of people at the
airport. There are those that are HAPPY
and those that are so painfully NOT. The
happy people only infuriate the NOT happy people with their smiling faces,
shriek laughter and general zeal for either going somewhere exotic, reuniting
with a lost friend or lover, or getting home to their own bed. And most people I know are always happy when
they finally get home to their own bed.
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