Mike took me to San Diego, and... well, here it is:
We flew out of the old terminal in Detroit. To many of you, this might sound like a death wish, and you would be correct. They've renovated the whole damn thing, which is great because you no longer feel like you're walking through an industrial wasteland on the way to your gate, but...
Tell me if you've ever heard of something like this before -- every shop, restaurant, eatery, snack stand, and vending machine served only Pepsi products. The whole fucking terminal was pretty much sponsored by Pepsi, and I almost had an aneurysm. No Coke? Are you KIDDING me?
I am not exaggerating. Even McDonald's - MCDONALD'S for Christ's sake - had Pepsi. What is the world coming to? OH MY FREAKING GOD.
You won't let me bring in liquids and then you forbid me from buying a four-dollar 20-ounce bottle of Coke from one of the bitchiest sales clerks in the history of the world?
DAMN YOU, SHITTY TERMINAL OF SADNESS.