It has been a day. And that frothy, mostly foam airport beer is doing little to quell the stressful chorus thrumming through your veins. Just one flight stands between you and home. One flight to take you away from Doubletree pillows that felt as if they were stuffed with corn. You’re so close.
But then you look up from your $35 craft beer and see something that makes your blood run cold. Youths. In matching t-shirts. Weirdly extroverted. You’re riding back to DC with…a travelling troupe of kids