Layover in Denver today, on way to Louisville. I got a crummy salad and a glass of wine for a late lunch. Forty Two Dollars! Is it too late to go into business selling food at the airport?

I wouldn’t be so irritated except (1) the chopped salad was barely there – I ate it in about 30 seconds. I’ve had larger salads as the side in a good restaurant. And (2), the dude sitting next to me ordered the turkey sandwich and fries, which turned out to be a man-sized portion of each. The fries looked especially tasty. We both laughed at the contrast, and he felt bad for me and offered me half his sandwich. I declined, though I was tempted.

Live and learn.

Footnote: At the gate, I am struck by one of air travel’s seeming constants. There are more wheelchairs lined up for (pre)boarding to Louisville than I see at any other destination gate. Six at the moment; could be more coming. This would be an interesting study – to see how well the number of preboard wheelchairs for each destination correlates with the actual health stats for that state/city. My bet is a strong correlation.