I’m sitting on the floor at the Phoenix airport. I’m plugged into the only available outlet, which is conveniently located right by the trash can. Now that’s an attractive picture, isn’t it?
Business travel is never flights that are on time, meals that taste good, and comfortable clothes. It’s delayed flights, Pizza Hut and Cinnabon, and a woman changing a diaper nearby. And I know where she’s going to throw it out.