In the mean time -- as you no doubt have the previous heartbreak of knowing -- there is nothing -- NOTHING! -- worse than wearing a fancy new shirt on a two-leg flight and discovering only after -- AFTER! -- you go through security that your fancy new shirt has an itchy, skin-shredding tag rubbing right in your sensitive patrician skin area and you now have zero access to anything like scissors or a gourmet cutlery block or a blowtorch to remove it.
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