…I always get in the security line between the one guy who’s never been to an airport before, yet packs an entire Circuit City in his carry-on?
…I never notice there’s a hole in the big toe of my sock until I have to take my shoes off for security?
…a $5.00 shoe shine that looks great at the airport looks like ass when you arrive at your destination?
…the lady at the sundry shop in the terminal can look me in the eye with a straight face when she charges me a buck fitty for some Lifesavers and $4.00 for two AAA batteries?
…I invariably end up next to the person who doesn’t have enough room under their own seat for the dog/mandolin/sombrero/LCD projector that they have chosen to bring along on this trip and asks if they can use some of the room I had planned to reserve for my crippled right ankle?
…the same refrigerator on the plane can keep the pat of butter for your slice of prison bread too rock-hard to spread and yet keep the milk as warm as if it was fresh from the udder?
Ahh, the glamorous life of the business traveler.