20120405-145508.jpgAt 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.

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