Please give us back passenger rail

There’s nothing like sitting for six seven hours waiting for your wife’s plane to get off the ground in Miami.
The only thing I’m glad of is that I didn’t go this time, or I’d be sitting there with her. I’m guessing the only thing between me and insanity by now would have been half a bottle of The Glenlivet 12-years-old, neat….
Or maybe some Thai stick. Ah, youth.