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Airliner Coffee, Biscotti Crumbs, and the Great Airport Migration
Airliner coffee tastes like regret. Not fresh regret. Like regret that’s been reheated at 30,000 feet and poured into a paper cup that says enjoy your journey while laughing quietly at you. I’m holding that coffee like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My tray table is covered in biscotti crumbs the kind that cling to your clothes…
