I KNOW, BUT...

I know ugly people need love, too, but do they have to get it IN FRONT OF ME??

Standing at the baggage carousel at the airport waiting for my bloated bag to make it's way around the loop, I witnessed what I thought was going to be a lovely little reunion of a couple separated by at least a plane ride's distance.

What it turned out to be, however, was truly a "get a room" moment. Well, not a moment. A lifetime of nauseating PDA.

While the embrace seen from across the baggage area seemed heartwarming at first, the ass grabbing and tongue swallowing quickly changed the observer's reaction from "awwww" to "Aaagh!"

Then they walked to the carousel and stood. Next to me. There they stood, hand in hand, then hand on ass, then hand in pants. All of this punctuated by loud smacking kisses and sweet nothings whispered loud enough to make me cough (gag) in surprise.

Come on! Why me?! I'll take a crying baby on a flight anytime.