The Kettle That Folds Down to Two Inches: How I Quit $6 Airport Tea and Survived a Snowed-In Hotel on Ramen
The last airport tea I ever bought cost $6.25, and I never got to drink it hot. O’Hare, Terminal 3, a January delay stretching from forty minutes to four hours. I stood in a coffee line long enough to memorize the menu, paid airport money for what is legally just hot water and a paper … Read more