Let me give you an example: you're on a date with a girl you just met and while driving you feel a bubble, bubble in your gut. You've got to fart but you don't know if it's going to be: loud, silent, odorless, or deadly... The possibilities are endless but you're holding it in AKA "Helpless Uncomfortability."
Anyways
The weather man served up a BLAZING 90° Day in NYC and it came with a side of 100% humidity. Weather that was so sticky you developed swamp ass after two steps outside. To make matters worse the terminal had a "fever" and was running a little hot. It was like a friend's house whose parents kept the AC at 77° to save energy knowing damn well that it is not comfortable.
To add to the trauma of the day, my flight was delayed so I had to take one of those propeller planes. I don't have anything against propeller planes but this one was sent from Satan himself.
It was 90° outside and 900° inside the plane! I should have walked my happy ass to my connecting flight in Philadelphia because that would have been more pleasant. I was sweating like I stole something on a crispity hot day with no choice but to take it. Hence my new worse pet peeve Helpless Uncomfortability!
The Captain knew it was hot too, he said over the speaker "this plane is unusually hot today and we're working on it." In lamen terms: sit your ass right there and enjoy the heat. He should have cackled afterward it would have been the icing on the cake... that bastard.
Plane #2 was a S.O.B. I had an eight hour flight and no proper way to get some sleep. One good thing was I had a row to myself but that was useless, Like having a down blanket on a hot day... To add fuel to the fire my backpack for my "backpacking trip" is sitting in Philadelphia.
I'm thirsty I need a BIER!
All in all it was smooth sailing and they served good food. I'm in Europe, (enter BANE) "Let the games begin!"
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