Stopped at Chicago Midway where nobody is friendly. I ate the most godawful stuffed soft pretzel of my life. I may never recover. Chicago airport food should automatically come packed with a travel-size antacid.If the guy in the seat in front of me leans back any further, I’ll be cradling his head in my lap. Or slapping him upside the head.
My back is killing me. Two hours and 10 minutes to go.
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