The last time I did an out-of-town work trip, I ended up very hungry on the return journey, because there was only one restaurant open at Oakland Airport when I was changing planes there, and it had an horrific line to get in, which I didn't have enough time for.
So for this trip, also involving a connection at Oakland, I made myself some smoked salmon sandwiches to eat during the layover, because I don't fancy the idea of a six-hour flight subsisting on nothing but one or two tiny bags of Southwest Airlines peanuts. After packing them into my carry-on, they attracted quite a bit of interest!
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Meanwhile, at Ontario (California) airport:
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With reference to Frank's piece about the music criticism note ("Neighbor finally loses patience..."), there was an April fool story in one of the British newspapers many years ago, reporting that a noise abatement order had been served on a pianist who was keeping his neighbors up by repeatedly practicing John Cage's 4'33".
So for this trip, also involving a connection at Oakland, I made myself some smoked salmon sandwiches to eat during the layover, because I don't fancy the idea of a six-hour flight subsisting on nothing but one or two tiny bags of Southwest Airlines peanuts. After packing them into my carry-on, they attracted quite a bit of interest!
kits_small.jpg
Meanwhile, at Ontario (California) airport:
chickfila_800p.jpg
eat_a_cow_800p.jpg
With reference to Frank's piece about the music criticism note ("Neighbor finally loses patience..."), there was an April fool story in one of the British newspapers many years ago, reporting that a noise abatement order had been served on a pianist who was keeping his neighbors up by repeatedly practicing John Cage's 4'33".
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