I just had to leave my gate, go through security again, then take a fucking tram to the new gate which is operated by the same goddamn company that I just flew with! The terminals reek of cigarette smoke and the slot machines feature some of the most depressing, shallow shell of people you ever met. Then, some dumb fuck thought it was a great idea to feature security check point videos on how to check your stuff with security with famous Las Vegas celebrities (Klingons are apparently Las Vegas celebrities) - people just gawk at the monitors and don't fucking move.
Now I'm sitting outside some awful pretzel stand, holding my butt after being thoroughly raped for four dollars and fifty cents for the most pathetic excuse of a hot dog you ever saw.
I need an adult!