Doug is on the BA142 from JFK to London Heathrow.
He upgraded from Club to First class with his air miles.
But he didn’t sleep much. He has a bad feeling about the merger talks tomorrow.
He is getting too old for this shit.
Maureen is pushing hard on her shopping trolley. She hates that ramp. Hates it. But she has to press ahead or Nora might beat her to the “granny aisle”. There were at least two dozens malt breads about to reach their sell by date yesterday. They’re bond to be on the yellow sticker shelf. They’re bond to be. This constipation thing is the bane of her life.
And that shaggin ramp.
Me. I am hungry. I AM HUNGRY. I AM SO FUCKING HUNGRY.