The airport lounge is full of the most interesting people.
I want to be the person who has to sell certain passengers extra seats.
I want to be the guy who calls out random flight numbers into the intercom.
I want to have my name called out on the black telephone.
"Upgrade me! Upgrade me!" yell the self-important urchins.
"I am a execu-platina-super member!" they scream into their Blackberries.
They might get extra points for this segment.
They might get a free cookie. They might get an extra seven centimeters of legroom.
Either way, they're all going to get to Toledo at the same time.
I am in New York City. They named the airport after the Mayor.
I think that D.C. should rename their airport after Marion Barry.
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