Well, I am on my way to Israel. By the time you read this, I will be in my third airport, eating my second TCBY yoghurt. When I am at the mall or around an independent shop, I walk right by and I have no desire to order a large yoghurt. At the airport, however, I see the large letters and must have a yoghurt in a sugar cone, with sprinkles.
Airports do something to me. I must have a yoghurt and I must read every tabloid available. After People, US Weekly, and OK, there isn’t much more to learn about the Kardashians, but I still want more. Then I pick out a top selling book with really big print and finish it before I get to my destination. If I do all of these things, the plane won’t crash. But this only works when I don’t have the kids with me and if it is a long flight. I have different rituals for the kids and short flights, mostly involving medication.
I am traveling for about 24 hours right now. That is a lot of yoghurt. I think I may be sick.