There's a baby on board screaming it's head off and all I can think to myself is -SHUT it the f*** up!!!
A man and a woman next to me mutually agree that the screaming fills their heart with love and also, with slight worry.
Now what kind of a horrible mother am I to my unborn children if my maternal instincs do not kick in with the first two minutes of the screaming. Not five, not ten, not even fifteen...?
I'm only young I tell myself, and sip on my tomato juice. You see I always drink tomato juice when flying. Always.
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