Pants freshly pressed, hair neatly combed, I walk through security towards my plane 30 gates away. A flustered passenger locks eyes with me and with heat seeking precision, engages me in conversation.

"Hey where is the Chilis at!?"

I'm sorry sir I'm not quite sure

"MY flight leaves IN 40 MINUTES!, UHG airlines are USELESS" *person stomps away*

This is why we get paid the big bucks to look sharp everyday right?

*ear buds in*