I'm in the Orlando airport, fresh off of one of the worst flights in recent history. It was a four-hour red-eye that landed at 5:20am, which feels actually like 2:30am when you've been staying on the west coast, from which I would have to go straight to work, and a baby cried blood-curdling screams the entire way. For my only for hours I had blurry visions of violence in my head and could not imagine what kind of person would bring a baby on a red-eye.
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