The fart tube awaits. Perfect weather to depart Cleveland: it’s rainy, overcast, and miserable. Everyone is delighted that it’s not snow.
Man, people *really * want to get on an airplane first. I aspire to get on last.
Boarding with my fellow lasties. Pretty sure the dude having himself a full on dance party at the gate will be the very last on.
Dance Party Dude was indeed the final boarder. He even found space for his backpack. Big ups, brah.