I'm not going anywhere.
UPDATE: Sudden gate change! Hurried boarding! Asshole businessman attempts to shove by me in line because I couldn't possibly be sitting in first class with my dirty hoody and dirtier look! (Hello? You're not shoving past me, bitch. I am from Chicago.) And now we're sitting next to each other! All the way to Miami! Good times! Snow coming down hard! View from my window—in the first class compartment, bitches!—after the jump!
Feel sorry for her. I wonder if we'll take off. The suspense is literally killing me.