There's always that little tiny table there, tiny computer,
little cramped seats, tiny food, tiny utensils,
tiny liquor bottles, tiny bathroom, tiny sink, tiny mirror, tiny faucet.
So, there's a small problem, there's gonna be a slight delay,
we're gonna be a little late.
I always go in the airplane's bathroom, even if I don't have to go,
I gotta go in there.
It's nice. It's like your own little apartment on the plane, isn't it?
You go in there, lock the door, the light comes on after second.
It's like a little surprise party.
But I'm always impressed of the amount of equipment that they have in that place.
I mean it's little, but they got tissues, towels, closets, compartments,
tiny slot for used razor blades. They always have that.
Who is shaving on the plane?
And shaving so much they're using up razor blades?
Is this what's happening?
What? Is the wolf man flying in there, for Christ's sakes?
Who could shave that much?