When in a Suburban Pittsburgh Airport on a Saturday Morning…

…and sleep-deprived and really irritable, why is that the loudmouthed homo and his two female companions had to choose the seat next to me from among the hundred or so available in an large, empty waiting room?

Of course, he probably assumed I fled to the other end of the room because I was a raging bigot rather than because I just wanted him to shut the fuck up. Or to go be annoying somewhere other than five feet away from me. Or at least to use his indoor voice.

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