The whole concept of public vs. private seems to be lost in airports and airplanes. I once heard somebody blurt out to a complete stranger that she just found out her husband cheated on her that morning as we touched down in San Francisco. The airport with the consistently spiciest chatter is Las Vegas.
Today, though, I got to hear my seatmate gab about how angry she was that her boyfriend didn't introduce her to his ex-girlfriend. Her rationale was that even the married man she previously dated used to introduce her as his girlfriend.
Wow. Enough said?
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