Back in the USSR

I was working some of the exercises from _Conceptual Mathematics_ while waiting to de-planeget off a plane, like you do. A possibly-drunk guy looked at what I was writing in my notebook, read out loud "Given two infinite sets A and B," and started laughing hysterically.

I kind of wish I'd been writing about anal fisting or something.

Also, it seems well nigh impossible to get a beer in O'Hare if you don't want to drink it in a food court.