Airports are not fun for most people.  The thought of sleeping across three sticky, rib jabbing, butt smelling, fake leather chairs in a sweaty terminal on a 5 hour layover comes to mind.  I for one love a good airport.  It’s like a member’s only club that just a few thousand people are invited to on any given day.  Don’t worry about the fact that all you have to do to be invited is buy a ticket…. and… not be a terrorist.  Where else can you get a strip search, stuffed french toast, and ring worm all in one place??

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