Going home

I could have caught an earlier flight to Denver, but I found a lounge with pizza, Bozone Hefeweizen, electical outlets and a view. How could I leave?

When I checked my bag, the woman was so pleasant and with her heavy accent said, "You are just the perfect passenger, aren't you?"

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