I'm waiting on a flight home to visit family for the weekend. We had a ton of snow up here, and our flight has been delayed about an hour. So I've been hanging out in the waiting area, cruising the internet for new Cumberbatch gifs and whatnot.
There's only one other guy in the waiting room with me. At first he's napping sitting up, then he goes to laying down and starts snoring the snores of an overweight man with serious sinusitis. Whatever, I'm not offended. People gotta nap.
Eventually his snores wake him up. He asks me to watch his things while he uses the washroom. While he's gone, one of the security people walk up to the garbage can next to me and start clipping their fingernails. I'm horrified to the point where I can't do anything but stare, even after she's left.
When he returns, he pulls out his phone and starts listening to what I think is vintage boxing matches at the most obnoxiously loud level without headphones. By this time, several other people are also in the room, and we're all just kind of side-eyeing him. It's so loud I can make out every word the cheesy 1970's commentator is saying.
I JUST WANNA GET ON THE PLANE AND GET HOME AND SEE MY MOMMA.