I’m alluding, of course, to a very contained and non-expressive form of airport-terminal loathing. No “looks,” no rolling of the eyes. Nobody knows what I’m thinking except me. LQTM. Update: 9 am SFO-to-Burbank flight now expected to leave around 11 am. Missing crew, gate switched. Greetings & salutations, United Airlines!
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