The Food Overload
There's something about very long longhaul flights (the nine-hour plus ones) which sort of makes them blur into an ongoing round of food and drink stops. I took one such flight today and my head seems to think I had three meals on it, even though I really didn't. And yet here I am at 7pm local time and crazy hungry. There's a bar down the street from my hotel where I often eat when I'm here - it's the kind of place where you can sit at the bar and get the full restaurant menu while chatting to the bar staff. This is a small blessing when you're in town by yourself.
En route from the office to the hotel for a shower before going out to eat, I stopped into Macy's and bought some new shirts and underwear. When I was given it all in a nice Macy's bag, the sales guy realised that the (packaged) underwear was visible in the bag, so he pulled out an extra bag and carefully covered it up. The attention to things that don't matter at all is amazing.