OJ

I like visiting new places but I’m really disliking the act of traveling more and more. Maybe it’s because I’ve been spending more and more of my time in planes. On my 2-hour flight from Chicago down to Jackson today, my seat-mate spilled his entire cup of ice-cold orange juice onto my lap! B*st*rd! He kept apologizing and even offered to give me money to pay for my dry-cleaning. I don’t care about the money! I had to sit for nearly 2 hours in my wet, sticky wool pants that smelled like orange juice (for those of you who know me, you know that I don’t even DRINK oj) and then I had to go to my client meeting wearing the same pants.

Why didn’t I change, you ask?! Because it was just a one-day trip…I was supposed to just fly in for the 1-hour meeting and then be home before it was time for the late news. I didn’t bring any change of clothing because I wasn’t anticipating sitting in a pool of cold orange juice!! ACKKKKK! I hate flying!