C has this magic plastic card that compels airport employees to cheerfully admit both of us into business lounges normally reserved for people with a lot more money than I have.
We visited two such lounges yesterday, one in Newark and one in Atlanta. I was dazzled by the simple comforts of the lounges, and both of us were "eating like freelancers"* because we were surrounded by free drinks, free snacks, free bagels, free hummous in tubes, free carrots, and of course free alcohol for my travel companion.
But the best was this.
*phrase co-opted from C's friend Katherine