
as everyone around you becomes steadily more stressed and tense as you are all funnelled through increasingly closed-in spaces with ever more densely packed queues governed by progressively more arcane rules of behaviour as your personal effects are removed from you in stages until finally you ascend, blank-eyed, grey, nearly possessionless, up some tin-can-tip-tappety steps and meet the make-up masked face of someone who smiles at you like death and lets you fold yourself into your seat, 3.5cm x 4cm on the upgrade you paid for, is that what you're saying here
( , Mon 24 Mar 2025, 15:24, Reply)

So there's that.
( , Mon 24 Mar 2025, 16:03, Reply)

Caused the rest of us to miss the first plane.
He blagged some stupid sob story lies about the taxi fucking us over to the boss by phone, and got told to order some wine while the next flight was arranged.
By the time we got on the plane, he was staggering drunk and covered in red wine stains.
We got upgraded to alternate seats so we could get the fuck away from him.
After he "lost" his receipts for the expenses, the company took away all the company credit cards.
Fucking cunt.
( , Mon 24 Mar 2025, 16:53, Reply)

in the time between reading "two bottles of red wine" and "11 am" I developed a psychosomatic headache, jfc
( , Mon 24 Mar 2025, 17:03, Reply)

it felt like I was in a different mode of transport.
( , Mon 24 Mar 2025, 18:36, Reply)