Yeah, me too. Drunks die in jail drunk tanks every day. Choke on their own vomit, hang themselves with their underwear, etc. What’s the hubbub, Bub?
“What’s the hubbub, Bub?”
I dunno. Maybe because there’s some slighly elevated chance one of us might end up in an airport holding cell if we balk at some of the indignities heaped upon us?
Maybe because if I’m sitting handcuffed next to an unruly handcuffed drunk I don’t want it to be unobserved so that if something bad happens to one of us I don’t end up assaulted, dead, or blamed.
She shouldn’t have been left alone in a situation where she was able to harm herself or others. This wasn’t some third-world backalley gin joint; this was a high-tech airport in the United States and if she was drunk it was most likely because a bar at the airport sold her the alcohol.
The hubbub is that this happened to a Gotbaum. Very well known and connected NYC Democrat family. Victor headed up a labor union (garbage men I believe) and jousted with Mayor Lindsay (Linseed on Batman TV show) back in the day - 1966 or so