Get this: the "unruly passenger" was actually a group of six full-on old folks. They were all definitely 70s or older and were escorted off the plane by a phalanx of law enforcement personnel, including a huge beast of a man with "Alyssa" and a heart tattooed on his left calf. I hope he and Alyssa are still tight. In going on and on about the grotesque food products proffered to us on our way home, Tom reminded me about the worst of all: a sealed plastic box in which sat a mound of overly-tangy, Easter egg-yellow potato salad, one cornichon and a terrifying little wiener perched on top. Horrors!