Scenes from a Terminal.

Written from Reagan National Airport yesterday, while waiting for my plane...

I think I ate my lunch a bit too quickly on Monday.

I’m not certain that I could be held at fault, though. I mean, it was a stressful situation: I was just about to receive my award in front of my adoring fans, after all (i.e., three hundred other PR people honestly more interested in their meals than the stream of people accepting awards that day). At the same time, I was trying desperately to appear presentable to my ultimate boss, the man who holds the keys to my career. He’s really a nice, easy-going guy, but since I am, after all, basically a sack full of insecurities and neurosis, I spent the hour on eggshells, trying to appear charming, trying to appear relaxed, and above all, trying desperately not to dribble crab cake on my pants.

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