I had just finished my stint at the Boise National College Fair, and I am in the Boise airport wrangling with the idea of getting lunch there or waiting until I arrive in Portland. I give. I go to a kiosk and order a sandwich and chips, and as I am at the condiments station, an older woman comes to me from that mysterious void behind the kiosk and
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