Beyond the problem of crappy food at the airport is the relentless
boredom while waiting for your flight. I'd us during these times of
insane boredom does the horror come-a-calling.
I'm sitting in the food court of the D concourse at Vegas' McCarran
International Airport and that grotesquely sweet Cinnabon is calling
me as a lurid temptress would. I won't lie, I want her too. Badly.
But deep in my heart (and tummy), I know I don't need it. I'm just
trying to occupy this infernal boredom.
I will resist.
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