After my water bottle exploded on Chet Faker at the end of an eight hour plane ride, I died of embarrassment and decided the best way to revive myself was to drink a wholeee lot of coffee.
Which was great, except I was already slightly delirious from traveling for a solid 24 hours, and coffee plus delirium could be a rather merp-ish combination. Ya know? So I decided I was going to do it. I was going to be one of those people. I was going to NAP IN THE AIRPORT.
I feel like this is a thing only real world travelers do, so I was pretty proud of myself. I found a deserted corner in a deserted terminal, cuddled up around my backpack, and promptly fell asleep for an hour. WORLD TRAVELER STATUS: ACHIEVED.
After waking up and being oh-so-relieved that I still had all of my belongings with me, I decided to go on a social media blitz. I had an entire month’s worth of data to go through before I put my phone on airplane mode for three months, after all. So with my phone locked and loaded, I went to go get coffee. Coffee, Snapchat,iMessage, coffee, Insta, iMessage, iMessage, Snapchat, Facebook, Snapch– “Are you taking a selfie?!” I looked up. My sassy barista was standing in front of me. BUSTED. “For, umm, for Snapchat,” I said (like that makes it better) (whatever, last day to be a tacky American). “I want in on this!” she said, and…. yep. THAT HAPPENED. And that, friends, is why you should not care about utilizing that front camera in public. You never know when your friendly neighborhood barista wants to take a selfie with you.