Dear Reader,
I had a rough go of it at the airport the other day. I was traveling for work, and though I’d arrived early, as instructed, the security line was roughly twelve times longer than usual, and I missed my flight. The next several planes heading to my destination were all full. I was finally given a seat — all the way in the back, next to the toilets — on a flight scheduled to take off seven hours after my original departure time, but then we sat on the tarmac for another four hours. Snacks and alcohol, the flight attendant announced, would not be provided. Four hours was ample time to reflect on how broken and unfair the world is, and how everyone, everywhere, is constantly conspiring against me.
