This is SPRIGS.
They make salads. Right in front of your face.
Note: I would have taken it closer up, but I didn't want to be creepy.
I'm really trying not to be.
Bacon Bits. Eggs. Bell Peppers. Onions. Mushrooms.
Romaine lettuce & Ranch.
TMI? I think not.
I'm really glad I have this blog. Now the world can see and partake in my exciting activities, like going to salad bars in airports. I live the high life.
I should probably also mention that all the seats in the terminal were taken so I had to sit under the window looking out to where the airplanes are, facing rows of seated people, watching me eat my salad.
Epilogue:
The airport sells these bad boys for $25 a pop. I'd buy one but I only buy cheap things like Tiffany's rings and Coach purses. If I wore one, I'd probably look 5 years younger than I already do. Basically, I'd look like a little kid who wandered onto a college campus. I'd rather that not happen.
PS the title is a song reference. I hope you get it, but you probably won't.
