I'm sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to Charlotte. Heading there for a work symposium, won't be back till late Thursday night (my poor beleaguered parents are stuck with Oscar for the week...they are probably already contemplating disowning me).
However, it's just not a trip if I don't buy some Auntie Anne's pretzels. (I don't have to actually eat them, just buy them). It's like a ritual for me (and you never know when they may come in handy at midnight after a night of drinking...)
Luckily there is a kiosk right across from our seating area in the terminal.
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