Anne and I both prefer very flat pillows. In fact, the high loft, fat bahstids popularized in motels and mattress commercials are exceedingly hard on our necks so “preference” might be understatement.
She is off to Burlington for the weekend to run the Summer Games. She plans to take her own pillow.
I’m off to Hoboken for the weekend to party down with the guys in my class. Stevens was all male undergrad when we were there, so this will be boyz’ weekend out.
I’m a guy. I cannot show up with my pillow and security blanket.
“Maybe if I fold it carefully, it will fit in your carryon,” she said.
Gosh. Down here in SE Texas Summer is three weeks away.