Preamble: Doody Free

After the two flights from Madison WI to LA via Chicago, and walking a fair piece to the Tom Bradley International Terminal at LAX in what a Wisconsinite would consider a balmy 68 degrees, I was starting to get a little "ripe," so I popped into the restroom near my gate to freshen up a bit.

I was impressed with the spacious bathroom stalls, probably designed for international travelers in my musky state. There was a nice little shelf above the toilet on which to place my toiletries. See picture.

I made myself "doody free," and when I emerged into the international concourse, my sister, niece, nephew, and parents had arrived. We will all be on the same plane.

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