April 5, 2017:

Tiny blonde in black, potato chips, librarian's black hornrims. Knees clenched on seat edge, rapidly texting with both thumbs. Soft lips, pink, no makeup. Age: I dunno. 21?

Ginger Johnny Dadbelly, utterly smug, you wonder where his oblivious self-confidence originates. Prolly from unchecked abuse of family members. I'm god and I do what I want.

The boarding line is climbing all over me. Tuck in your legs and suffer. I'm in a snippy mood already. They make it neither worse nor better.