I know it’s not technically Friday, but I’m hungry and thinking about food right now, so time means nothing to me.
There are statements I never thought I’d say. But after enough travel, I’ve started saying them.
To a maintenance man in a New York city hotel: “Oh no, I’m happy to plunge my toilet myself.”
Or, to a girl with whom I switched airline seats, so I could be next to Rand: “Can I have your middle seat for my aisle?”
Or the phrase that escaped my lips as I sat in the Blue Scorcher Bakery and Cafe in Astoria, Oregon:
“Oh. My. God. This is the BEST yogurt EVER. Rand, try this yogurt. It’s amazing.”