We were bumped on a flight for the second time.
I like getting bumped - it's the highest salary per hour I ever earn and the inconvenience is normally disproportionally small.
Evan doesn't like being bumped - our flight time is a sacred covenant between the airlines and us that should not be changed at the last minute, at the airport, at the gate even, just for some random paper with numbers on it.
To appease, ameliorate the situation, I offered to buy him magazine:
E: Four!
B: One!
E: Two! And Parker says so.
B: Well, if Parker says so.
Parker was not with us, not in the same state, not on the phone, not a part of this conversation.
