Delayed in Denver

Last time I laid down on the floor in an airport, I was coming home from Vegas.

I’m surrounded by a loud talking woman wearing a big flowered shirt, big costume jewelry, who has a horrible short manly haircut, who insists upon reading everything out loud to her husband who is equally obnoxiously dressed and ignores her. What’s my hell man?

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