Thursday, March 18, 2010
I am a complete sucker for the little bottled samples that sit on the sides of baths in comfortable hotels (the Washington Duke Inn and Golf Club, in Durham, NC, for the record, though I don't imagine I'll be seeing if I can hit a golf ball in the right direction - it's conference season). These are particularly tastefully arranged on neatly folded towels. I'm sure that I should put them to good charitable use (I was so struck, during the Obama campaign, that he told his entourage to gather up their bottled shampoos from hotel rooms and donate them to shelters - possibly his last radical gesture) - but in fact, I have come to rely on them as a means of lightening my luggage. And since today has been the kind of day when I had to get up at 5.30 to catch a plane, was delayed on one flight by "the wrong kind of oil" - the sort of explanation that sounds like too much information: did they get all the nasty bits out? - and managed to drop my best reading glasses in a carpark and tread - fatally - on them, I am also very glad to encounter them in my accommodation.