Traveling alone for business is the loneliest sort of travel. There’s no joy of adventure, or nervousness of the unknown, or thrill of who you might meet and spend time with. It’s all pretty well mapped out for you: cab, airport, plane, cab, office, hotel and then rewind and return. It is however a good time for reverie, for day dreaming. The unhurried simplicity of staring out an airplane window with just the clouds and your random thoughts passing by. Here are some of mine from a business trip last week:
No matter how many times I hear it, I love it when someone says “It’s 5:00 somewhere” as a segue for drinking.
My mom and dad met in a movie theater when my dad leaned over and asked her if she would like part of his Hershey bar. They have been married for 60 years. That’s one of the best stories I’ve ever heard.
I cook practically everything on high heat. This sounds like it’s going to be a metaphor for life but it’s not — I’m just impatient.
Some people are wonderful and terrible at the same time. And maybe these are the most interesting people of all. But you shouldn’t date them.
Pizza is my favorite food. If this were my last day on earth I would be eating pizza. If I followed the advice to live every day as if it is your last, I would be very fat.
People who establish themselves as the grammar police during a conversation suck all the fun out of talking.
I like to read books, magazines and newspapers in their traditional form. I hope that never changes.
A grown man wearing a baseball hat at the table should really know better.
I love when people say, “Let me jot that down,” instead of “Let me write that down.” Jot is an excellent little word with too few practical uses.
There are not many things in life that disappoint me more than a bad meal.
I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about nail color.
Regardless of how prevalent is has become, don’t be lulled into thinking it is anything but unspeakably rude to repeatedly check your phone while you’re having a conversation with someone.
That skinny straw in your drink is for stirring, not sipping.
I realized a moment too late that when my son told me he met a Swedish au pair, “Wow, straight out of Penthouse Forum!” was an inappropriate response.
I still think flying is neat.