more water

So I always look like a homeless person when I travel.

I wear layers upon layers upon layers of clothing, pants under skirts, with tank tops and shirts and sweaters.

On the flight from Santiago, Chile, I made myself especially comfortable, as there were plenty of empty seats.

So I commandeered three seats in the center aisle, unhooked my bra, and slept for four or five hours.

When I woke up, the cabin crew was serving drinks and dry cookies, so I worked both side of the aisle for drinks.

On my third "more water" with cottonmouth and bad breath, I realized that the reason the steward was looking like me like I was an escaped mental patient was because the bra cups had worked their way up to my chin.

betholindo at 3:08 p.m.

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