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Miami 2017: Snacks

I had a business trip to Miami come up recently. What made this trip different from business trips of the past, however, was that the Mild Fiancée also came with me. She just so happened to have a week off from work, and the hotel was already paid for, so we figured we'd splurge a little bit for her to also enjoy the Miami sun.

The first sign that this trip was going to be different actually came before we even got on the plane: we packed snacks. I'm usually terrible about thinking ahead for meals, so I either consume a bunch of snacks on the plane or end up waiting until we touch down to get a proper meal. Not the Mild Fiancée. She spotted this potential problem coming a mile away, and made sure that we had portable food that we could easily snack on. To reiterate, she fixed a problem before I even saw it. She's kind of awesome like that.

So, we got to our gate, and bumped into a couple of coworkers. They were also attending the same conference, and they'd beaten us to the gate. Regardless, we said some hellos, and everyone was introduced. Sadly, there were no other seats for us near them, so we trudged off to find chairs of our own.

And that's when we realized that we had a bit of time before the flight would board. It was about breakfast time anyway, so we broke out our portable snacks:
Breakfast of champions

I was already pretty darn happy at this point, as the whole airport process had gone smoothly so far AND I had pizza.

It occurred to the Mild Fiancée that my two coworkers might also want some, so she walked over and offered them food. I wasn't present for this, but apparently their reaction was priceless.

Coworker: "I hope Sam knows how lucky he is. My wife usually just waves good bye."

Why, yes. Yes, I do know how lucky I am. And as it turned out, that was not the last bit of amusement from this trip. Tune in next week, same bat time, same bat channel.

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