Sweet Dreams, Sir

Business travel. Every once in a while you get to experience a surreal moment, like sitting in the middle seat, directly in front of a generously proportioned man who, despite significant air turbulence, will not stop snoring. The experience was mildly reminiscent of a noisy construction site masking the sound of a drowning walrus. I was directly in his sonic devastation ray, but to be his seat neighbor might have been a worse fate (notice his wingspan). I'm sure the captain radioed ATC to report possible automatic weapon fire in the cabin. Technology now allows us to punish the man with some minor immortalizing on the internet via this blog. snore.jpg