A Terminal Case of Confusion
I hate traveling. My wife asked me to book a flight that was 'truly unforgettable.' I managed to find a ticket with a twelve-hour layover in a tiny airport that only has one vending machine and a broken rocking chair.
She was furious, but I told her it was exactly what she asked for: a once-in-a-lifetime experience that no one would ever want to do twice.


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