Thanks a bunch, you a-hole British terrorists. Now the Cranky Product Manager has to figure out how to get her $60 face cream, not to mention the rest of her makeup and toiletries, back to her Blue State without incident. As if the bed bugs weren’t enough for one week.
Apparently, the TSA ban on liquids and gels only applies to carry-on luggage. Regardless, though, the Cranky Product Manager finds the mere thought of checking bags to be physically repulsive; she has not done it in over 5 years. Only slightly less repugnant is the prospect of being forced to use nasty peach-colored, masculine-scented, hotel-provided hygeine products on all future business trips. Egad. What will happen to her skin and her hair?
Already the Cranky Product Manager’s imagination has gone into lurid overdrive, imagining a future of traveling without her treasured 32-ounce bottle of water. No more lip balm on those dry international flights. No more monster-sized lattes aboard those 6am, but wake-yer-ass-up-at-4am-
no-wait-better-make-it-3am-now-because-of-the-fraking’-terrorists, flights. Sharing a seat row with someone deprived of deodorant for a week. Being seated next to a 3-year-old without a sippy cup of apple juice. The horror.
Perhaps the Cranky Product Manager should give up on visiting customers. Make them visit her instead.
Yeah, right. A Product Manager who does not visit customers. Sounds like an unemployed Product Manager, doesn’t it?