Rolling her eyes, Sarah pushed that violent urge back down. "Seriously, Rach. They're on a lay-over, or they've had a lay-over. Half the plane was full of fucking Dutch people or whatever." She half snarled and half just spit out. She was exhausted from putting up with it. She'd barely even been on the plane four hours.
"Why do they always sound so happy?" She'd been in a good mood before getting on the plane, and that steadily declined the more she had to listen to them all around her in their stupid accents with their stupid language and Sarah understood none of it.
"What's in my basket then? Is there chocolate? Cookies? Rach, please tell me you made me some cookies?"