Augusta, Georgia. June, 2010.

My connecting flight from Charlotte to Augusta took exactly 29 minutes. While staring out the window, I overheard these lines of conversation:

A man announces to the entire plane: "Anyone want any onion rings?"

A man to a random woman: "It's ok to eat food from a stranger at an airport."

The same man to another randon male passenger: "Is that an I-pad? I need to get one of those mother fuckers."