... and my flight has been delayed for another hour and the man sitting next to me is carrying on a loud conversation with his fat wife and eating popcorn and talking with his mouth full and I'm so grossed out that I'm almost in the other guy next to me's lap and he stares at me like he wouldn't cry if that happened but he smells and I want to kill myself because I hate having to be in such close proximity to these disgusting people or at least get to San Francsico and climb into my comfortable fashion-forward black 100 percent cotton Private Unisex Boxers with a red-and-white logo elastic waistband and notched bottoms and a cool button fly that a guy could leave unbuttoned for easy access but I don't want any access so I'll just keep them buttoned and I just hate everyone....