At the end of a long trip, I often find myself in “last time” mode as in, “Well, that was the last time I’ll have to …”
- hear that raucous alarm clock;
- use one of these paper thin bath towels;
- sneak a coffee out of the buffet breakfast because there’s none elsewhere; or
- wait for hours at a crowded airport gate before sitting for hours in a full airplane, and then wait a whole fricken’ hour at the luggage carousel where everyone jams up front even though the bags coming out aren’t from their flight.
For a while, that is.