Dinner at the airport (or on the plane)
I managed to get to the airport last night, although it took an hour and a half, what with getting lost and the traffic. (Can you say "Cubs game"?) As Gailor joked when she dropped me off, "I think I may get home before you do, but I'm not sure."
Once inside Midway I discovered a travel tip I'm happy to share with you. The TSA lanes there are divided into "Family Travelers," "Casual Travelers," and "Expert Travelers." Naturally the lanes in the first two categories on a Saturday night were jam-packed. I figured the last category was for those who had the new I.D. cards you pay for, but I didn't think that program had started yet.
Anyway, you know how I feel about missing a meal. ...
It was anoint myself an expert traveler or go hungry, so I marched up and handed the woman my boarding pass and driver's license, and she waved me through to a machine. Maybe it's like an express lane at the supermarket, for those who know enough to take out their laptops and their 3-1-1 bags and pull off their shoes. It must have saved me 15 minutes.
Which meant that I just had time to wait in line at the Potbelly Sandwich Works across the way from my gate. This was my first Potbelly sandwich, and even though they are hot sandwiches, and even though it sat under my seat on the plane for an hour before I ate it, it was pretty good. The Swiss cheese had done the sort of melty thing into the turkey, and the roll was nice and crusty.
I got the turkey and Swiss simply because it was the first sandwich on the menu, but maybe there's something else that's even better. I'd like to hear about it because I imagine this won't be the last time I eat at a Potbelly.
Even though you may remember how I feel about the name.