There's no place like home. Airports are like getting stuck in a shopping center where you cannot leave, and I detest shopping centers - or anywhere where there are heaps of people. I 'spose I was lucky not to have any fat cunts sit next to me on the plane - thank fuck for that. My rule on planes is establish control of the armrests early, get on first and claim them! Fat cunts tend to overhang their seats and spread into mine. " Excuse me, do you mind retracting yourself into your seat a bit you fucken great lump of blubber, look at you laying there like jabba the fucken' hut, drooling over the airline shit food and splattering me with it in your haste to stuff it down your maw. Fuck off before I stick a fucken harpoon in ya."
And as for the glorified waitress's, rude cunts most of them. It doesn't hurt to say gooday back to someone you stuck up mol, or maybe crack a smile. Well fuck you very much.
At home the dog and all the other wildlife seems to have managed to stay alive. Free range chooks lay the eggs, free range dog eats them. I fall into bed and sleep for 17 hours. Home sweet home.