As I was waiting for my airplane to open for boarding, an annoying voice came over the intercom, “Attention, please make sure you take a Bistro from the cart before boarding.” Bistro? What the hell is that … oh, I guess that does sound better than doggy bag. Once I opened it I realized why they didn’t call it that … it would be offensive to most dogs.

Sure, I did eat the fabulous fare offered by a LaGuardia restaurant, but as soon as I took my seat on the plane, I started getting hungry … hungry enough to take a second look at this bag o’ food. Turkey sandwich? Times like this, I’m glad I’m a vegetarian. But I was hungry enough to take a bite of the white bread surrounding the bird meat… ick. It’s got bird goo on it.

Why can’t they make good vegetarian doggie bags? Well, they did throw in a bag of carrots … which were stale and old, but I ate every last one. I shouldn’t be so hard on the airlines, I did once grab the doggie bag to find these pita chips and humus… that’s right, humus. I guess they’re trying. And it isn’t like I’m spending a thousand dollars to travel across the country … oh wait, maybe I am.

I know, it is my own fault for not bringing my own bistro bag on board with me, and with so many choices available once you past the security check-point, I shouldn’t complain. But since complaining is what I do best on my web site, I’m going to push the little post button.