Last night I flew into Chicago into a pretty decent snowfall. I don't have any fears about flying, but landing in snowy and icy conditions can be a little unnerving.

Sitting directly in front of me was an older lady who seemed to be well off. I say she was well off, because she had a cane. I assume canes can only be owned by rich people or comic book villains. Sitting directly behind me was someone who was not as well off, but more of a blue collar type. He said he worked for the Gas Company so...yeah you get it.

As we're landing, the rich lady looks out the window and says, "Wow look at the snow, isn't it beautiful," and at the same time, I hear the man behind me say, "Shit, I'm going to have to shovel all this snow when I get home."

In that moment it hit me what makes life great is that here we had two different people. from different walks of life, with different perspectives about the wintery wonderland we were landing in, and neither one of them knew I was the guy who had farted earlier on the plane. (I don't normally drink coffee).

What's the point of this? I guess it doesn't matter where we come rich or poor sometimes we all have to deal with the guy in 3A stinking up the joint.

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