My boyfriend was kind enough to upgrade me to business class on my flight home from the US to London the other day.
When I arrived at Heathrow at the crack of dawn, my boarding pass allowed me to get into the American Airlines arrivals lounge in Terminal 3 so I could take a leisurely shower and get some breakfast before starting my day in the UK.
Being germ-phobic (save for pork products, which I will eat regardless of the threat level of swine flu in London), I took a shower with my trusty flip flops on. No foot fungus for this lady in London!
At the end of my shower, I stuffed said flops in a plastic bag to keep their moisture from oozing into the rest of my suitcase. I thought I was being clever.
I wasn’t.
