Breather in Dallas
Life in Texas is so laid back. After taking the cross-country trip this year, I began thinking that American life is very different from New York City life. Now I am absolutely convinced of this theory.
We spent the weekend chit-chatting, gossiping, then the conversation turned back to business (as it usually does). Swapping marketing ideas and firing staff techniques- jokingly of course.
Curly Fry
On the way to check in at the airport I had a huge gift bag of beauty products from my friend's mom's company. Well, I didn't want to check in a bag so I had to disperse them throughout my carry-ons. Meanwhile the security lady was all over the soaps smelling them and asking if they sell at Foley (??) which I later learned is equivalent to Neiman Marcus/Nordstrom.
Anyway, I finally got whatever I could into the bags... and so there where a few soaps leftover. I gave the rest of them to the one security officer and she's like oh no I couldn't possibly take them..."Let me mail them to you".. I said "You're so sweet- no keep them." She was ecstatic. THEN the other officer jumped on the bag too.. Meanwhile a VERY long line had formed and this guy's face that was next on line was turning beet red... hope no one missed their flight!
That was my evening at DFW. I didn't realize how badly I needed to get away until this morning when I woke up. Always generous folks- thank you! Love u guys.
