I'm borrowing Wi-Fi from the Continental President's Club through the wall adjacent to me here at Sea-Tac. Of course, I enjoy people watching.
There's a water fountain behind me that makes loud bubbling noises through a speaker every time someone takes a drink, presumably to match the the brass fish set in the floor.
Across from me is a guy that embodies everything I don't like about Cleveland... hill jack, listening to shitty music, doing the white man's hair band head bob.
A young couple is here, and they seem incredibly annoyed with each other.
The Continental podium attendant has her hair largely in her face in kind of a come hither fashion, but can't seem to talk to customers because she's so busy securing her hair behind her ear.
My plane just arrived. It's strange that the only direct flight back to Cleveland is a red eye. This is going to be a difficult night, and probably an even more difficult morning.
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