September 19, 2016:
Blood sugar. Lack of sleep. Impatient with individuals, pissed off by crowds.
Fat woman crashes ass-down into seat, turns the seat row into trampoline, knocks my laptop out of my hands and sits with leg shaking, unapologetic. I move to the opposite side of the terminal.
Blonde teenager sits next to me whistling chipper tunes. At this moment it's like nails-on-chalkboard. I move to the opposite side of the terminal.
Shocked to look up and catch the attractive young blonde glancing away, busted. Absolutely not feeling like anyone's idea of eye candy.