On Camera

Stopped in Chicago on my way from Philadelphia to Los Angeles.

Hungry.

Hoping I might be able to eat something without creating heaps of garbage.

So I stepped up to a pizza counter, ordered, and told the woman with the hairnet and rollerknife that I didn't need a bag: she could hand me the food, and I could wash my hands after I ate.

She shook her head...

I'd rather give you a bag, dear. I'm on camera here, and I don't want to lose my job for putting something hot in your hand.

Something about rules and airports, I guess.

At least she didn't give me a styrofoam plate.