I’d forgotten how much I hate the Vegas airport. A sea of humanity, tempted by glittering and beeping slot machines. No place to sit and eat – just sticky stools in front of machines that fool the statistically challenged.
Now onto Hartford!
I’d forgotten how much I hate the Vegas airport. A sea of humanity, tempted by glittering and beeping slot machines. No place to sit and eat – just sticky stools in front of machines that fool the statistically challenged.
Now onto Hartford!