Someone must be reading the female traveler's mind. Or at least mine. I’ve done a fair share of business travel among East Coast cities over the last few years and have had to go through the usual travel hassles of giving up my hand lotion, hair gel or other needed gooey toiletries. Even though I had the travel packing down to a science, every once in a while I’d forget about some item over 3 ounces. At those times I would wonder why there wasn’t a makeup point-of-purchase stand right after security. What a business! Clinique, Revlon, MAC. Every so often when I’d whisk past those massage chairs I’d wonder, where are the manicurists? I’d much rather have a stranger paint my nails than rub my shoulders.
So imagine my surprise when at Dulles International Airport, Terminal B, Gate 66, just shy of 7am I spotted a salon…. with a manicurist tending to a customer. Now that is service. Had I known I might have just gotten there a bit earlier.
Since I had to get up before 5 am I didn’t bother with make-up… really, why should one bother at that hour? Plus, I tend to rub my eyes like a tag-along toddler. When I nap I drool. My flight was short, only about 90 minutes on Jet Blue -- enough for some shuteye or mindless TV surfacing. Plenty of time to put on the day face.
My next moment was hearing the announcement that the flight was preparting for landing. I missed the snack: the water and the terra blue chips. But wait! Had I just heard right?
“Really?” said another woman further down the aisle. I think the female passengers were a bit surprised to say the least. How odd. How very, very practical. Jet Blue, you must have been reading my mind and although I’m totally pissed that you no longer offer the low penalty fee for last minute flight changes, I think I can forgive you now.
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