By: Laura K.
I settle in, order coffee, close my eyes. At least I got upgraded. It’s six AM, but it’s been such a horrendous week, I almost want a drink.
The window-seat guy stumbles up last-minute, apologizes. Orders a double scotch. Unbidden, he recounts his journey to the airport. “We went ATVing last night and got lost! I just left the rental car in the parking lot! …I think I’m still drunk.”
I want to judge, but I’m giggling uncontrollably.
“Dude,” I say. “Have you seen ‘The Hangover’?”
He laughs. “Yeah! …Wanna see this?” Grins.
I shit you not: a gold tooth.