Goodbye Prague, Hello Warsaw
Here in the international transfer section of Chopin, I’m sitting in front of a bunch of Slavs (exact provenance unclear, I think they were Polish), who are clearly professional travelers. That plastic cup that the guy’s emptying into his mouth? He and his buddy just poured a couple of fingers of Johnny Walker Red Label into it. Don’t think that’s the last of it, either.
It turns out, if you go back and forth between these images, you get a short film of a guy drinking.
They ended up taking three hits of the whiskey, and finished the bottle. Just in time for the flight.
Some people just know how to fly.