1) A woman did not design airport bathrooms. At a minimum, the person who has designed airport bathrooms has never tried to juggle a roller-board suitcase, a carry on bag and a coat while performing stall gymnastics. Just saying.
2) If you are running tight on a connecting flight (as in ten minutes from the time you land) and your flight is leaving out of the last possible gate in Terminal F - you are almost certain to land at the furthest gate in Terminal B and will have to take a ridiculously long shuttle ride (after waiting in a very long line) to get to the next gate. (I'm looking at you, Philadelphia airport)
"Well, it's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, Minnesota, my hometown, out there on the edge of the prairie." Not. (In case you aren't familiar, that is Garrison Keller's opening line from the monologue on A Prairie Home Companion.)
I may not live on the edge of Lake Wobegon. I may not live on the edge of the prairie in Minnesota. But I definitely feel like I am living in the frozen north.
I know, I know, people south of the Mason-Dixon line probably consider Upstate NY to BE the frozen north; but there are colder places (heck, there is a whole country north of NY...). Although there are colder places to live, these past few weeks have made me wonder how much colder they can actually be... The three or so foot of snow doesn't help that (Although, I am very grateful that we haven't received Eastern Massachusetts proportions of snow. Three + feet is bad enough; I think six feet would make me cry. At least it's pretty to look at.)