The highlight of my last business trip was my visit to In-N-Out Burger.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.
As I waited for my meal, I thought about the first time I discovered In-N-Out. I was taking classes at UC Irvine in 1996, the summer before my senior year of college and one of the gals I became friends with quickly introduced me to this burger heaven. Beverly, I am eternally grateful that you took me under your wing. It was the same summer Swingers was playing in theaters. It was very convenient because I actually got some of those LA references.
I only ate in once so I really made it count. A double double, animal-style, please.
French fry maker...
I promised Sergiy I would bring him back some In-N-Out. So an hour before departure, I headed to the In-N-Out by my hotel in Huntington Beach and ordered a double double, animal-style protein (cause I didn't want the bun to get all soppy wet). You wouldn't believe the looks I got on the plane.
Random passenger: Are you going to eat that?
Random Passenger: Aren't you worried that it'll go bad?
Me: Not really. It's a gift.
Random passenger: Don't you want to eat it?
Me: I bet you really want to eat it. What's with all the questions? I'm going to my seat.
The moral of this story is to laugh it off, smile and not to be embarrassed to pack up something in a cooler just because a few random people make you feel like what you're doing is silly.