how irony rocks

sorry i didn't post this earlier, but i was in new york for the weekend, having my days and nights filled with playing with my nephew.

anyways, i was in the oakland international airport at 7am last thursday, sitting in a cafeteria, waiting patiently to board my plane, and listening to a woman scream on her cellphone to her health insurance provider about her rates. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY MY RATES ARE HIGH...I DON'T UNDERSTAND...THEY NEED TO COME DOWN...WHAT? THESE RATES ARE UNFAIR..." and on and on she yelled. and it was a very important conversation that couldn't wait, mind you, and everyone at the airport needed to be witnesses on this highly urgent debate on healthcare.

ugh.

at least everyone in her vicinity was laughing at her.

anyways, she finally hung up, completely exasperated, and started griping to her husband, who clearly had been in this situation before. and, when she finally took a moment to stop talking, this woman, this very large woman, took a bite from her egg, cheese and ham buttered croissant.

yes, this very large woman, who was just complaining about her high healthcare rates, took a bite from her egg, cheese and ham buttered croissant.

irony, i love you.