I know people have overused this cliche, but the last leg of my flight really was just like the bar scene from Star Wars - Really. A mix of ex-pats from everywhere, and it wasn't clear if they were all from earth. By the look of them, its no mystery why they all felt the need to leave wherever they came from in the first place. Of course, I was once again the only normal one....
Some Euro-types were all around me and were quiet until the wine started pouring. Then they started yelling over the top of their seats to each other in some indecipherable gibberish. "Talk regular English, people!!" I said [insert down-the-nose-glare here]. These people are amazing.
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