This story is a dangerous trifecta of boring things: waiting in line, parking a car, and a missing third item needed to complete a trifecta. Context We’re fairly new to Los Angeles, so we do everything wrong. I might send an email that doesn’t contain an exclamation point (!), or ask how to say ayurvedic, or eat meat … Continue reading
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Royal Flush
I am on a plane to San Francisco. Right now. When it was my turn at JFK airport security this morning, I handed the TSA agent my new horrible license (see picture) and a sheet of sudoku puzzles. I know, he was also confused. He looked at both sides of the paper, then asked, “Miss, … Continue reading