I impulse-bought a turkey sandwich at the airport Starbucks even though it was barely six in the morning and the flight was only five hours long and I’d had an egg sandwich for airport breakfast. Who knows. Maybe I’d be hungry. I was, around “1:30” NYC time, ate in my seat watching repeats of Millionaire Matchmaker, the sandwich actually tasted kind of good, that’s how glad I was it wasn’t McDonald’s, I guess.

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