So our plane experiences electrical problems, right? So we land in Vegas rather than San Francisco. Downtime allows me to head to the lavatory. And I see myself in two corners, dull light irritating everything, shifty gazes exchanged, everyone waiting for some signal. Being otherwise alone, I take out my disposable camera and capture my two reflections. Cropping eliminated one of the trinity, but I still have the original photo. The free food court money, however, was long ago spent.