Now You smell like a liquor still!!!

You're sitting patiently as you wonder, "Who will I be rubbing elbows with?" Will it be the nice racist lady who
will keep her mouth shut? Or will it be the Reverend that will not let you go to sleep? or will it be the crying bastard who his parents should have stuck a funnel down his throat and given him some NyQuil- the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching head, fever so you and rest medicine-. You send an express prayer to Jah that it will not be the loud man coming down the isle that is............ oops, You got him, he's all yours for 4 hrs in the sky with no where to run!! He sits down beside you, kindly introducing himself, as he smells like a liquor bottle. He tries to talk to you but you play dead asking the lord, "Why?!!". As the steward arrives to let us partake of the snacks, the 1st thing he asks the steward is... You know what...., "What Kind of drinks do you serve?" Yep, some more of the devil's juice. Now you will play paralyzed, in shock and dead! Upon landing I felt like I was sitting beside a liquor still!!!!!...and I'm off the mic.. My Respect to those reading.. Funkface