Through the maze and while I try to redress, wallet, laptop, carryon, shoes, belt, hobble off to gate 57, really why is it always the furthest gate? Gay porn I have my carryon over my right shoulder, he has his over his left, as he turns toward me a bit. My seat buddy turned his head toward him and he was “eye to woody” with the attendant, who slowly moved back away touching and adjusting his own package before turning away to the 3 seater across the aisle.Meanwhile my seat buddy went back to his kneading massage as I pushed my laptop back to the tray table. Ok, I look behind us and over to the 3 seats opposite the aisle, I reach down release the seat belt and my own belt while at the same time he locates my fly and unzips it, all while we both are seemingly looking straight ahead as if otherwise occupied. I get my new itinerary, different terminal, gate 47, another bagel and orange juice.
