No Shower = No Friends in the Office
In case you are wondering, there are NO showers for arriving passengers on Delta at London Heathrow. I write this because I am currently sitting in my office in London, basking in the fumes of my own filth.
Sure the very nice lady at JFK told me there was a shower for me to use in the Delta Club “just off gate 10”. There was indeed a shower just off Gate 10. But it was not for me.
Really? Look at me sir. I look homeless. I’ve just flown 4000 miles in recycled air and haven’t bothered shaving in 3 days. My hair looks like I got caught in a wind tunnel mixed with a smattering of oily duck shit. Give a brother a break – I just cleared security again to get here. Do I get a break?
Delta Crown Club gate-check-in-boy: You’re On My List.