Do you know what happens when you ask for a band-aid in an airport? It’s an easy question, and one that should have a simple answer. But let me tell you what happened when I asked it at the Seattle airport.
A few years ago my Grandmother decided that while she wanted to go visit family for the holidays, she would only go if I flew with her. No problem, I love Mamaw and was going anyways. When we landed in Seattle things were crazy getting off of the plane and Mamaw ended up falling in the jet way. She was fine, but she skinned up the palm of her hand pretty badly.
We covered it with a napkin and made our way to the bathroom. By the time we got to the sink blood was dripping down into the water. The wound was shallow, just the top layer of skin, but it covered most of the lower part of her palm. It quickly became apparent that we would need some kind of bandage before we could get back on another plane.
So I went to the ticketing counter and asked where I... read more >>