You travel long enough, it's bound to happen. No, I'm not referring to the last flight out of Dallas last night depositing me at Reagan National Airport at 2:15 AM, which it did. I'm talking about leaving home without, uh, well, essentials. With an "s".
In the cab on the way to my hotel, I'm contemplating going to my client meeting this morning in black dress pants, black dress shoes, and white Thorlos. Not quite the first impression I want to make. Where to get supplies at 3:00 AM? Well, I spied a 24-hour Rite-Aid a block from my hotel, and made a mental note.
6:30 AM and I'm back on the pavement. Figured I might as well make a run out of it and swing by Rite-Aid on the way back. I ran west from Dupont Circle, along Embassy Row, making it to the edge of Rock Creek Parkway. Memories of MCM came back, except that the parkway was full of traffic this time.
I turned around and made it back to Rite-Aid. They only had women's socks. WTH, black is black. One problem solved.
As for the other, they apparently don't stock that kind of contingency at Rite-Aid. I spent way too many minutes staring at the shelf, considering whether I ought to just do a Britney. Better judgement prevailed, and I made a no-nonsense command decision. I felt better after that. And smoother.