Ever since I can remember I have been staining myself. My mother has always been quick to point this out. Thanks Ma. From the grass stained knees on my school clothes to the red Italian gravy stain on my confirmation tie to the brown coffee stain on the cuff of my new, white dress shirt, she catches them all. Hello, Lid Bib. Technically a reshaped paper towel with a strategically placed hole in it. The Lid Bib is not the most low profile solution to a drippy coffee cup but, based on the number of used Starbuck’s napkins I find in my coat pocket, an effective one.
There has to be some sort of subsidizing here right? The exact same cup of coffee costs me $1.85 in Brooklyn. If we were comparing Seattle to New York I’d be fine with this. But we are not. We are comparing the locked down, price gouging internal airport food service world with a regular...
