You forget how to do basic VFR radio comms, then touch down in a skyhawk at 120 knots and roll to the end of an 8,000 foot runway.

You read the newspaper, put your contacts in and get into uniform while driving to the airport because (insert your local crowded, insane highway) is nothing compared to the ramp at ATL.

You kick out of bed at... 6:03 and check some pilot forum your girlfriend hates because it soaks up so much free time that could be hers...