Crying on American Airlines
Two guys sitting behind me on the last PHX-JFK flight last night, four bourbons in, got into a heated discussion about whether “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” or “Sympathy for the Devil” was the greatest Stones song ever.
They were drunk and stupid (to give you an indication, at one point one guy said “how about this song?” and started humming what I think was Scarlet Begonia—which was confirmed when the other guy said “dude, that’s not the Stones. That’s the Grateful Dead.”).
But something about the conversation made me tear up… Good thing I was flying by myself because my partner or my friends probably would have questioned why I was crying on American Airlines.
They were drunk and stupid (to give you an indication, at one point one guy said “how about this song?” and started humming what I think was Scarlet Begonia—which was confirmed when the other guy said “dude, that’s not the Stones. That’s the Grateful Dead.”).
But something about the conversation made me tear up… Good thing I was flying by myself because my partner or my friends probably would have questioned why I was crying on American Airlines.
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