I had a connecting flight in Houston, Texas, a place I’ve never been to in my life. I took a little time and looked around. The area I was in was surrounded by restaurants, cafes, and bars. People were buying beer at 9 a.m. like it was nothing. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal for them, but it surprised me.
I made my way to the bathroom and wondered if I should put my makeup on now and change into my ‘hotel outfit’ here, or if I should wait until I landed in Vegas. I had another hour to wait here at the airport before my next flight. And then another hour or so on the flight. I decided it was best to wait. I’m sure the airport people had seen it countless times, so it didn’t bother me.
I went to one of the restaurants and ordered the breakfast I’d skipped earlier. Just a sausage biscuit and so
