The third evening.
Tampa - New Jersey is the douchebag corridor. I know this because on Sunday there was a blizzard in Atlanta, GA. The effect of it was that Stolas and I sat in a stationary plane on a Tarmac for six point five hours, while icing, then deicing, refilling, and all of the other things that a plane does that don't include flying. We weren't coming from Tampa, of course, but our neighbors were, and they blessed us with a view into their lives.
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