My purse, or an actual Barbie pool?

This week after boarding a plane from Huntsville to Atlanta, I discovered my new purse is 100% waterproof when, unbeknownst to me, a water bottle leaked one pint of water into it, creating a carry-on, barbie-sized swimming pool for my Shuffle (etc.), which is NOT water-proof.

Same flight: our commuter jet hit a bird or somesuch, resulting in a jolting impact, an explosive noise, and my uncontrollable shakes for the next hour, which stopped only after I gave in to the venti skinny iced cinnamon dolce latte craving.  Seven years ago the craving would have been for a bottomless Rum & Diet Coke with lime and I would have ended up on floor of the terminal, drunk and babbling, instead of just babbling.

Life Lesson in Business Travel, #3,267: Today taught me I am glad I gave up alcohol in 2003, not to trust snap-shut water bottle caps, and to work locally.

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