I don't know if most of you have been to the SeaTac Airport. If not, you've probably at least been to AN airport.
There's a good chance there has historically been some stressful hustle and bustle in your airport experiences. Rude TSA agents. Fumbling for boarding passes. To leave the sweatshirt on or take it off at the security checkpoint? Crowds. Waiting. Where's the gate?
We were through all that today and seated at our gate with some food when my daughter, in typical my-daughter fashion, dumped the remaining half of her Wendy's Frosty all over her suitcase.
I ran to the bathroom for paper towels. When I returned, the kind older women across from us had handed over a packet of wipes my husband and daughter were using to clean up the mess. My husband handed the pair of women back the remaining wipes, but they brushed us aside. "You might find some sticky spots later," one remarked.
At last taking a breath, I devoured the first half of my chicken caesar salad wrap. When I adjusted in my seat and prepared to eat the second half, I fumbled and dumped the whole freaking wrap on the ground and splattered the open packet of dressing EVERYWHERE.
We all groaned. I grabbed the remaining wipes. One of the women across from us moved to the other side of her friend.
"Like mother like daughter," I said.
Sigh. Airports.
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