The (old, fat) man next to me on my first flight had just stayed up until 4 losing his money in the casino. That made me think: “I should try gambling.” Ha ha ha ha ha. The man also talked about Himalayan salt (wondered where he could get some), coconut water, how he doesn’t like the Chinese because they drive badly, and how he is fine with all types of people, but queers shouldn’t be allowed to display public affection because it makes him feel uncomfortable. Every time I argued with one of his points he pretended not to hear me (maybe he was actually unable to hear me). At the end of the flight he asked “what do you call a toothless bear?”