Travel is glamorous
My head hurts a bit this morning because it’s hard to find just a “beer” in this hipster town especially during a pandemic. So instead of anything I’ve ever heard of that just tastes like beer I ended up drinking the lightest least cloudy thing they served.
Awful. Everything has a hint of something else. I want my beer to have a hint of beer not flowers or some other compost. Anyway I have no energy for a beer rant right now. That pop in the above photo is not right.
So simplistic is my palate that I tend to latch onto preferred flavors. Mix that with an addictive personality and you are left with me trapped in a Pepsi airport dying for a Diet Coke. Hungover without my diet poison of choice is not ideal. in fact, I am officially cranky about the whole situation but there is nothing I can do until I get up in the air.
The good people at United Airlines thankfully pack the good stuff on their planes. So embedded is my addiction that were that airline to change products I would change airlines.
Yup, I’ve got me some problems but I’m not alone. The whole reason I’m writing this is the dude next to me just tried to order a Coke and when he was informed about the Pepsi situation his response was “well FUCK”. I do so love a kindred spirit.