A few years ago I had a little trip overseas that consisted of visits to London, Liverpool and various parts of Yorkshire in the U.K., as well as Boston, New York City and Portland, Oregon in the U.S.A. It was a supremely awesome trip that I hop to be able to repeat one day, though maybe not all at once, and with a few other destinations thrown in for good measure.

The very last stop on the trip was LAX, the airport in Los Angeles, California. I had about 8 hours of time to pass at LAX, but being one of the more well known airports in the world (right?), I figured that finding ways in which to occupy myself couldn’t be that difficult.

Wrong.

I don’t know if it was the terminal I was in, or if it was just me, but I found LAX completely underwhelming. So much so that, after spending several hours looking for last minute souvenirs for my family and friends, doing a little bit of journaling, wasting time on my phone, and reading my book until my eyes were sore, I went and got a snack.

Now, given the title of this blog entry, I don’t think I need to tell you what that snack was, so all I’ll add at this stage is that in the midst of enjoying this snack, a tiny sliver of inspiration struck and I decided to write a little nonsense story about my LAX snack adventure.

Oh, I didn’t really want to write this story in the Paperblanks journal I had been using on my trip, so I wrote it on the very bag in which the macaroons came. That’s it in the pictures below.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little story as much I enjoyed my macaroons.

(SPOILER ALERT: you won’t )

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This bag contained two quite tasty macaroons. Or is it macarons? I’m never quite sure of the spelling.

I say ‘quite tasty’ because, well, I have had better. That said, a quite tasty macaroon is better than most things in life.

Is that statement a little hyperbolic? So be it.

The two macaroons that I had were raspberry and vanilla confetti. The raspberry one was superior, as raspberry macaroons generally are.

I had no intention of purchasing and consuming two macaroons, or any amount of macaroons for that matter. In fact, i had no intention of snacking at all right now. All I wanted was a coffee. Unfortunately, but fortunately, the line for coffee at Starbucks was disgustingly long and, having already been a part of multiple disgustingly long lines already today, I had not intention of joining another.

Which is why I went somewhere else, a little cupcake stand about 50 metres from Starbucks that had a line made up of just one person.

The cupcake stand, which sold coffee, cupcakes, cookies, brownies and a whole selection of sweet treats I couldn’t tell you th ename of, also happened to sell macaroons.

I couldn’t say no.

And so that is my little nonsense story about this bag and the macaroons that were contained within.

I wrote it down simply because sometimes you just need to write a story. A bit like how sometimes you just need to eat a macaroon. 🙂

James Farish-Carradice