Airline schedules were such that I had to fly to Seattle before I could fly to Tuscon. Grumble, grumble, grumble. But grumbling was somewhat mitigated by this vending machine full of food that looked very, very good.
Salads! Sandwiches! All from Beecher’s Handmade Cheese!
Look at this though. No seats to be had at the gate.
And I’m back to grumble, grumble, grumble.
On the way back I had a grilled cheese from Beecher’s and I’m all in with them. Now there’s a good reason to fly through Seattle.