Yesterday morning I flew out of the ranch-style airport at Syracuse, New York, to the super-sized Atlanta airport, where I had a two-hour layover to fly to Phoenix.
The airport corridors at Atlanta were jammed with people coming and going. Halfway to my gate, I stopped at McDonald’s to grab a quick lunch. With no place to sit to eat, I stuck the bag of food into my carryon bag, and without giving it any thought, placed the 16-ounce Sprite on top the food. Anxious to eat the French fries while they were still hot, I took off in a speed-walking pace, dodging suitcases and trying not to run into anyone.
When I arrived at my gate, I found a seat, plopped my carry-on bags on the floor, and noticed a steady stream of clear liquid flowing out of the paper bag holding my lunch. The lid had come off the soda, and half the contents poured into the French fry container and also drenched the bottom half of the bun on my Fish Filet sandwich. I looked at the mess and thought, “Well, I can either eat this $7.25 soggy meal or settle for a bag of pretzels on the airplane.”
I must say catsup is a better condiment for French fries than Sprite. Another time, I’ll pass on the soda.
Lord, remind me “When I “Act in haste; I will lament at leisure …” (Unknown) Amen.