We had a layover at LAX, which is the worst airport ever. Maybe not ever, but it sucks. There was garbage all over the floor, and in order to get to our connecting terminal, we had to leave security, walk outside (outside!) and go back through security.
We also had a super bitchy flight attendant. I had already powered down my phone, but then thought of how amazing it would be if my mom, who was so kindly picking me and Ken up from JFK the following morning, brought us bagels from Country Hot Bagels, a top bagelry in Northport. We may have the best coffee (We do. It's so good you don't have to put anything in it, nor do you ever want to go to Starbucks to get a sugary drink that covers the taste of coffee.), but Seattle isn't known for its bagels. It's not that I bought bagels that often in New York, but just knowing that I can't get a good one really makes me want to have one when I can. When my grandparents from Oregon used to visit us as children, they'd buy a huge bag of bagels on their last day and bring it back on the plane. I thought it was a little excessive, especially because they'd be stuck with a bag of day-old bagels, but that was before I lived on the west coast. Day-old New York bagels are still better. We should start bringing back boxes of pizza as well.
Anyway, the thought of bagels had entered my mind and I just couldn't shake it. We were still taxiing, so I figured I'd have enough time to send a quick bagel order to mom. I turned my phone back on and was almost done typing the text when the evil flight attendant came over and bitched at me.
"Your phone needs to be off. ALL THE WAY OFF."
"But I need my bagels!"
I pressed "send" and turned the phone off before I finished placing the order. Luckily, my mom understood my message and one delicious sesame and one delicious cinnamon-raisin bagel, both with cream cheese, were waiting for us in the car at JFK.
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