Held Prisoner in Hampton Roads

Just shut . . .

. . . the bleep up!

So, we're sitting here in the AMC terminal at NAVSTA Norfolk waiting for our flight to Naples, and the guy across the aisle has been talking non-stop for the last 45 minutes.

Everything from how to beat the Navy system and get promoted, how to do one-arm pull-ups, how he tore his bicep, how to strength train, how to run.

Run his mouth, that is.

Some people just take up too much space and absorb too much oxygen.

I'm moving. . .

. . . but I greatly fear that he will end up sitting somewhere near us.

If you read about someone being ejected from an airplane somewhere between Norfolk and the Azores, that will be me.