my face the entire ride down to DC, and now I would have to return to
the poorly circulated scent chamber. The memories of the odor made me
dread the trip as I stood in line carrying bags and waiting to board.
While I mentally fidgeted with the idea of six hours of nasal
torture, my dad ran around Union Station grabbing things I would
need for the trip, such as a sandwich, $3 headphones, a huge bottle of
water, and a travel-siz RW&V