A Tootsie Roll Plea

“Would you please take one for yourself and pass the rest down?”

Perplexed, yet desperate for sugar, I stared at the tanned, blonde woman who would be my neighbor for the next two hours on this Boeing 737.  Continue reading “A Tootsie Roll Plea”

Work ‘Trip’

TSA. No pre-check.

Did you have a visceral reaction? Did your body tense up involuntarily? Normally, I can immediately recount frustrations of epic proportions at the mere mention of the acronym TSA or the words, business travel. It’s like they are just beneath the surface, raw and ready to one-up in the appropriate frequent flyer circle.  Continue reading “Work ‘Trip’”