When you spend any time at all in the Baltimore airport, you quickly learn that Baltimore loves (1) crabs and (2) NCIS.
You can purchase any article of clothing, mug, key chain, stuffed animal, etc. with a crab on it.
I tried to find my 4-year old grandson something, but the “Don’t Bother Me, I’m Crabby” t-shirt would have sent the wrong message at preschool.
You can also find Obama and Michelle bobble-head dolls. Somehow I managed to resist buying those, too.
I had a 3 1/2 hour layover in Baltimore Saturday evening, but it wasn’t a problem at all. I’d slept the entire flight from Providence, so I was feeling perky again. The airport has great food (and a restaurant that serves crab cakes!!!), a frozen yogurt stand (if you can afford $6 desserts–I skipped it this time) and The Body Shop.
I love The Body Shop. There is always a sale, which I take advantage of (Buy 2, Get 1 Free!!!) and load up on my favorite “Hemp” hand protector cream and maybe a lipstick (which I rarely remember to wear), and then there’s the challenge of trying to fit everything into an already stuffed carry on bag.
The saleswoman and I discussed Argan Oil and how it works on sore feet. That was fun.
Then I ate a Quizno’s sandwich and checked my email via the **free** Wifi.
I always think free Wifi is a lovely thing for an airport to give to its customers.
Sometimes when I am killing time in an airport I go to the newstand and look at the zillions of magazines. Did you know that the Nashville airport is the only place I’ve ever seen quilting magazines for sale?
I guess the airport vendors don’t think quilters travel? There are cooking magazines and decorating magazines, but no quilting.
If you know me at all, then you know this makes perfect sense.
When it was time to board the plane for Austin, the flight attendant at the gate announced the plane was only 1/3 full so we would have plenty of room to spread out. (This was the opposite of the last time I flew out of Baltimore, which I’m not sure I ever blogged about, but it resulted in a long phone call with Customer Service at Southwest and two nice big credits in our accounts.)
Story Man was there waiting to greet me, although he thinks his new nickname should now be Grease Man, because he is working at a BBQ place and learning the meat business.
It was good to see him, whatever his name was.
It was raining a bit in Austin at midnight. And it was chilly, but not cold. Not cold like 8 degrees-on-a-Rhode-Island-morning cold. But I was glad to have sweater and I was **very** glad that there was no snow.
Let me repeat that: no snow.