We've all been there; killing time in some dingy airport while a storm blows over the Midwest or a cloud of volcanic ash settles over Europe.
Hours go by and there's nothing to do but obsessively check our iPhones, flip through the pages of that doorstop of a book we're never going to finish or settle into the cocktail lounge where at least the seats are cushioned.
What happened next was really Michael Lewis' fault when you think about it.
Anyway, the next thing you know we've started up a conversation with some guy we kind of know and he's kind of interesting, or at least more interesting than anything else we've got to do at the moment.
It turns out he's a good listener.
In hindsight, we recognize the sheer stupidity of it. But who among us has never unburdened themselves of a few grievances over cocktails with a correspondent for Rolling Stone?
Isn't anything off the record anymore? Christ. But while we can't unsay it, there's still a small window for damage control, a chance to reduce the fallout by offering some little bit of clarification, explanation, rationalization, justification or possibly just an old-fashioned mea culpa before the next issue hits the newstands.
Let's all come clean in the comments section, shall we?