Airport with Coffee # 1

Cathy, my favorite cartoon.  You can read these like a graphic novel.

Cathy, my favorite cartoon. (You can read these like a graphic novel.)

At five-thirty a.m., I was having a miraculous good-hair day at the airport.  I was absolutely convinced that everyone was admiring my drip-dry hair.  And then suddenly I had my personal security line.  There was only one of me, and there were at least eight security people to look at my stuff.  While my husband made faces at me on the other side of the glass (he thought it very funny that I couldn’t be rushed), I put the ziplocked bottle of mouthwash they are so fond of x-raying in one bin, shoes and coat in another bin, and almost had to part with my sweatshirt.

“What about that jacket?”

I gave them that inimitable schoolmarm look.

I got to keep the sweatshirt.

Let’s realize something. I’m a matron.  I’ve waited all my life to be a matron.

I didn’t hustle either.  It took me a while to regather my stuff.  “Do you need help, ma’am?”

“No, I’m just slow.”

I needed coffee very badly, and I have no memory at all of how those coffee-less hours passed. Later, at another airport, I passed a Starbucks.  But I was wandering around looking for my gate, and my so-called carry-on luggage was so heavy that my back ached, and how could I carry a coffee while dragging a barely-regulation-size suitcase and balancing an unbalanced laptop bag?

The only option was coffee at the McDonald’s by the gate. There was no sleeve!  It was too hot!  I couldn’t even sip it.   And if you, like me, thought an Egg McMuffin was an English muffin with an egg on it, you are wrong.  It also has a piece of ham and two yellow rectangles of cheese.  I threw it away.  It was utterly disgusting.

Now I’m sure you all know the answers to this airport dilemma.  BRING YOUR OWN GOOD FOOD.  There was no reason I couldn’t have made myself a little sandwich, if I’d thought of it.  Well, they would have x-rayed it, and that would have been no good.  But I certainly shouldn’t have been eating McDonald’s.

They did feed me later on the plane, unexciting but all vegetarian, and I did have coffee, but it’s not real coffee, if you know what I mean.

TOMORROW:  one good cup of coffee must be found.

6 thoughts on “Airport with Coffee # 1

  1. Dear Ms. Mirabile: I eagerly await your reaction to British food. Do try drinking their teas. I got used to taking it “white.” Try a “Scotch egg.”

  2. Yes, take your own if you can. Some airports now have food courts where you can find some real food (but expensive).

    The best food I found in London was ethnic, Italian and Viet Namese. Some people like pub food, but what I liked in the pubs was the cider. It is mildly alcoholic, about like beer, and not sweet.

  3. It was strengthening to read this. I liked best how you refused to be bullied even if you had to let them coerce you into a kowtowing hazing ritual, how you too recognized the vileness of the food one finds everywhere in public places easy of access (I lost 10 pounds the week I was away). If you want a half decent meal you must pay say $40 for supper. The discomfort and I acknowledged absurdity of the luggage situation where unless you pay huge sums you are given no room or convenient way of coping. You present the experience with gallant humor.

  4. Good luck in London! The food is really not bad – look out for The Old Dutch Pancake if you can – yum!

  5. Joel, I look forward to white tea. The Scotch egg? Not so sure!

    Nancy, I am looking forward to ethnic food. I’m so stuffed from airplane food that I haven’t eaten yet today. There were no food courts at my airport (at least none that I could find). I’m getting peckish.:)

    Ellen, yes, I should really get myself pre-approved (which I waa for some reason on my flight home from Washington). It does seem a bit crazy to go through all that screening. t… my sweatshirt was part of my outfit. (Well,I just couldn’t stuff it into my suitcase and I might need it here!) I really don’t know WHY my sad luggage attracted attention. There must have been something about my fashionable cheap case.:)

    Susan, I walked past a Pizza Express!

    Karen, I’m sure there is SO much good food here. Too much…

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