This past Saturday I had to fly to San Francisco. If you've flown recently, you've probably noticed that the airlines are either giving you less food or giving you the option of purchasing a ten dollar sandwich. I'm pretty much ok with this as the airline meals weren't anything to write home about, but this last flight had a meal change that just will not work for me...
...they gave everyone an @tkins @dvantage bar. Can I not escape the low-carb frenzy even IN THE SKY?
But kudos to whatever R&D team who convinced tons of people that those bars belong in the human body. I tried it- thinking maybe it would be like when I tried C2 and hated myself for liking it. No. That was not food. I believe it was supposed to taste like a s'more. It did not.
I know people are buying these things and consuming them, but it did not go over well on my flight. As I went up the aisle, there were partially chewed @tkins bars on seats and in magazine holders. Evidently the collective passengers wanted to punish the flight attendants by making them collect the remains one by one.
Anyway, the crazy part of the trip that I was actually going to write about is that there's a hotel workers union strike here. When my cab pulled up to my hotel, the security staff had to escort me through the crowd of picketers to get in. The lobby was chaos. People were complaining to the staff that was actually working about the noise and the crowd and the lack of attention they were getting. I didn't say anything to the guy checking me in- so he thanked me for not complaining and gave me a room upgrade. That was awesome.
But after being served non-food on the plane, I was starving. So I ordered some room service. It got there an hour and a half later, at which point they told me not to try ordering it again for a few days. When I got up in the morning, the halls were full of trays waiting to be picked up. I left to go to work and came back in the evening- and they're all still there.
The workers are all outside 24 hours a day yelling at us. The chant is "Don't check in! Check out!" No one really knows what they're supposed to do after checking out, so everyone is just putting their heads down and plowing through. I don't know if I'm on the side of the union because I haven't read any of the pamphlets they've hurled at me, but it's a catchy chant...
Enjoy your week, and avoid fake carbs.
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