A cruel thought at 35,000 feet

Coffee sucked. The taste was more like fucking sludge than an actual drink. When the flight attendant asked me what I wanted I said "A pinot noir please, preferably 1982". She didn't get the joke. She was too dense, too made up and too uptight to get it. It was way too early in the morning for me to explain it.

It's a sad combination, really. It almost breaks my heart.

Almost.