Eggs poured from a quart carton, carbonite bacon, coffee from a bus station thermos cooled with DairyMate, all for the low low price of $17. I only had a few bites so I'm certain to shit my pants any moment now. I picked up what promises to be a thoroughly uninspired novel while desparately searching for something with which to kill thirty minutes, a death I suspect I will envy shortly.
SFO is not wowing me.