you know you miss me

shortly after I de-planed back at DTW on Wednesday night I heard a woman speaking loudly and approaching me from behind. once she was next to me, she turned to look at me and continued speaking. here's how it went:

woman: tottola...tottola, tottola! (or something to that effect)
me: [hangs up cell phone, walks on moving sidewalk toward tram station]
w: [to me] you know, this used to be the armpit of America...
m: [quizzical, dazed, post-plane look]
w: now it's the asshole.
m: [uh...]
w: used to be the armpit, now it's the asshole. it's because of the ____s...
m: [slows down to try to avoid this unprovoked awkwardness]
w: [continues walking and receives a phone call, weaves in and out of others walking in straight lines between moving sidewalk and escalator, stops abruptly, swaying]

she was obviously inebriated, most likely due to an opportunity to enjoy alcohol as a result of a delayed flight. wow.

why do people think it is a good idea to get drunk while waiting for a flight?

feliz año nuevo!
sinceramente,
yo