Dear Airport Food Court Restaurants,

Please stop the bad punning.  For the love of god, you have a CAPTIVE audience.  No one can escape your foul, grade D food product.  Once we’ve made it past those security lines there’s no way we can get any food other than what lies in your rank buffet lines.  So spare us your bad punning.  Mex and the City?  Really?  Was that the best you could do?  At JFK no less?  I just want you to know that the man looking so intently at your menu, you know, the one in the striped shirt–he’s hungry.  He wants Mexican food.  Even third-rate airport Mexican food.  And he’s going to get it from Mex and the City.  You want to know what else?  If you had named your stand “Handheld Ground Meat”, old stripey would have showed up.  He’s hungry and doesn’t give a shit because he’s been traveling for 8 hours on nothing but peanuts.  But you know what?  I won’t eat at Mex and the City because it’s just lousy punning.  If you want my patronage next time I’m trapped at JFK, please change your name to The Ground Meat and Greet.  Sincerely Yours,

Cindy