I’m up packing for tomorrow’s work trip, and I remembered something I did the last time I traveled.
When you’re a girl, work travel is challenging, especially when on your own. You have to dress comfortably but professionally (a nearly impossible task), and if you’re anything like me, you wear impractical shoes and pack way too much … and end up lugging a thousand pounds across the miles of vast airport expanse.
God forbid you drink coffee. Or need the restroom.
On this particular trip, I was with a group of people who could watch my bags while I went to the bathroom. The girl ahead of me in line was not so lucky. And her restroom urge hit in that unfortunate space between buying coffee and boarding the plane. In that case, what do you do? You lug everything in there with you — including your coffee — and pretend like you don’t see the judgey stares from the germaphobes.
My hands were free, so I offered to hold this girl’s coffee so she could pee in peace, judgement-free. (Bonus: that also meant I let the next person take my spot in line while I waited to return the coffee).
It was such an easy thing to do, and it gave her a huge relief.
Work travel can suck when you’re a girl on your own. We gotta stick together in the ladies’ room: Call out the lipstick on the teeth; catch the toilet paper on the shoe; give up your spot and hold the coffee.