I put my index finger to my lips, curled the ends of my mouth as sweetly as possible, and narrowed my eyes as if to say, If you don't shut your face, I will personally remove your voicebox.
"Shhh," was all I said. Softly.
And just like that, he obliged mid-sentence. The business man sitting in front of him might have thrown a high five my way, if he wasn't so frightened by my It's Too Early For Anything Other Than Your Inside Voice Look Of Death.
Is there nothing Southwest Airlines won't do to make an extra buck? SERVING COCKTAILS TO A FLIGHT OF SPRING BREAKERS BEFORE SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?!