The Red Pouch & The Blue Pouch
I first noticed the usefulness of a red pouch on a flight to Marrakech, when an Italian countess beside me sneezed so dramatically the stewardess crossed herself. I had tissues, drops, even a scented wipe. She had gratitude. And, in truth, I had become the most prepared man in row 14.
The red pouch stayed with me after that.…
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