Picture an idyllic sleep. The highest thread count sheets covering a king-sized bed. A pillow that's always cool. Soft ocean noises guiding you to SURPRISE YOUR SO-CALLED FRIEND JUST THREW A FIRECRACKER AT YOU. Hmm. I guess it's true what they say: Waking up is hard to do.
"I've got a seven hour layover," you think to yourself. "The perfect time to sit and get a little shuteye." Seven hours later, your eyes are bloodshot, your neck pillow is flung to the ground, and you're ready to scream at the little brat playing Nintendo DS next to you. That's what you get for trying to sleep in the airport.