Today, my boyfriend and I were in the Burlington, Vermont airport, about to catch a flight back to Brooklyn, New York after a little weekend getaway, when security stopped us."Can you please empty your pockets?" the man with the plastic baton said.
I stepped aside, did as told, and handed over the snotty toilet paper and tube of toothpaste from my pocket. The security man looked at the toothpaste. It wasn't a large tube, but it didn't look good next to the illegal bottle of water or full flask of whiskey already removed from my boyfriend's duffle bag.
"You're going to have to leave the toothpaste with me."
I nodded, and left the wet toilet paper with him as well, even though he didn't ask me to.
My boyfriend and I boarded the plane and proceeded to play a very competitive game of Scrabble.
Two hours later, we were home. We were tired. We wanted to brush our teeth and go to bed. But we quickly realized we didn't have any extra toothpaste in the bathroom or linen closet or under the kitchen sink.
Suddenly, I was reminded of something: that while I am a girl with many wants (most of which relate to Oprah), I am also a girl with many needs.
And while I think it's fun to ask for successively bigger things (ramen noodles followed by restaurant gift cards followed by plane tickets) with a few silly thing thrown in for good measure (autographed photos and tourist trap passes), I also think it's important not to forget about life's essentials.
All of this is a very lengthy way of saying I've decided to ask for toilet paper and toothpaste this week. Toothpaste, because as I've explained, we no longer have any. And toilet paper, because these post-Vermont allergies are really bugging me, and I've always been one to blow my nose on toilet paper.
My first letter will be to Tom's of Maine. Back in my college days, I was very fond of their Cinnamint toothpaste.
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