In public. Where people could see me. Where I had to fake a sneeze and use a blanket to blow my not-so-runny nose. For it wasn’t just sad-movie crying. I was full on tears-running-down-my-cheek embarrassing crying. With the wetness running over my 12 hour stubble and ending up in the crevice of my neck. Captain Phillips made me cry like a little girl.
I have to thank a few people for this little awkward moment on the plane. Continue reading