I traveled every day this week. I'm posting from Phoenix airport, while I wait for my seventh - and last - flight of the week. Sat down for a pizza and a beer and the waitress (the lady with New Jersey hair in the middle of the picture) carded me. When I said I am 33, she answered "congratulations". I hate this kind of stupid irony - if you can't be smart, irony is not for you. Anyway, the beer was good and the pizza was burned. But pizza is always good even when it's bad. And I'm flying home in an hour, finally!
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