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I was on a transpacific flight once. I looked particularly Arabic that day. I don't know what it was but the the taxi driver that picked me up in the morning talked to me in Arabic before asking me if I knew Arabic. Old ladies in the Airport approached me to help them translate their grievances from Arabic to English. Any how they sat me right in the back of the plane next to a very muscular man whose elbow was in my ribs for 13 hours. He told me that he travels this journey 3 times a week. I asked him if he was a marshal and he said "I can't answer that question." Anyway, unfortunately no nipples or imams in my story.
LOL. It's a good "bad" story nontheless.
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