As the world turns, airport-lounge style

I’m in the south terminal WorldClub at the Detroit airport. Behind me are two overstressed business travelers. One is arguing with her daughter, who has apparently invited some hussy named Dorothy to sleep over while Mom’s out of town. Mom’s take seems to be that Dorothy should be at her ill father’s hospital bedside, but in any event no one is welcome to sleep over while she’s out of town (and she’s home a lot). Competing with her is a middle-aged man who had a short, angry conversation with what I assume was his wife, muttered (rather loudly, actually) “I need a beer”, and returned to pick up the conversation anew. Someone in his family is ill too, and claims to want to die, but won’t, or isn’t, or something. All I can tell is that he’s very angry about the whole situation. I would move, but then I’d have to give up my chair and, much more importantly, my power outlet. Nothing doing. At least I can drown my angst with some excellent Vermont sharp cheddar, which NWA has thoughtfully provided for those of us who would rather graze than eat aboard their flying spam cans shiny 757s.