The Best Thing I Ever Bought at An Airport...Black Sweater Edition
February 15, 2013 at 2:32 PM
With airports these days resembling malls filled with clothing stores, gadget shops and restaurants-fine, casual and fast, it was inevitable that we would do a little shopping while we wait to board our flight. In our newest series, we take a look at some of the airport swag Jaunted contributors have found and loved, even years later. Kicking it off is managing editor, Juliana, whose travels lately have been grounded by babies but her airport buy lives on.
Whenever I wear this oversized but thin black sweater from Zara (which is a lot), I'm reminded of Paris' Charles DeGaulle Airport. Way back in 2008, I was returning from a 10-day trip to Europe that started off in Paris, continued on to Munich and Barcelona and then back to Paris. Before heading to the airport for my return flight home, I took one last stroll around the 7th Arrondissement, picking up some patisserie chocolates to take home.
Yet during the entire ride to the aiport, I kept smelling something funny--merde to be exact. I kept sniffing my clothes, the car, my bag, even my husband but could not find the culprit. It was only once I checked my bags inside the airport that I realized the merde was coming from me and my Christian Louboutin flats. Like 90 percent of Parisian tourists, I had stepped in dog shit.
My first thought was rescuing my shoes but once I had cleaned those off--in the airport bathroom using hand soap and paper towels--I noticed I had poop on the bottom of my pants. Quelle horreur! Luckily I had stashed a pair of leggings in my carryon so that fixed that problem but I still felt unclean. Also the shirt I had been wearing with my pants was now too short to be wearing with just leggings, leaving my booty exposed. (Ladies, I know you know what I mean.)
So I popped into a boutique in Terminal 2 and purchased this Zara sweater to comfortably hide my bum. Four plus years later, I'm still wearing the sweater. It's proved especially useful for hiding the remnants of baby weight (twice!)
I can't remember how much I paid for the sweater but Zara is an affordable brand, not like the Hermes, Gucci and Prada shops that populate the airport today. So I guess the moral of this story is when life hands you dog shit, buy a new black sweater.
What was the best thing you ever bought in an airport? Share your story in comments below!