The woman who handles shoe shines in Terminal B is like the guy at Johnston and Murphy on Connecticut Avenue but even more meticulous, far less expensive, and in a much more welcome location. She's Brazilian and has about six siblings and a dozen aunts and uncles.
You see, dear reader, unlike the rest of you, I don't especially love air travel. I know there's very little the average American would rather be doing than flying on a plane. But in order to make it through the ordeal, I have to prop myself up with beer or coffee, music, a smart outfit. A great shoe shine is another little perk I can indulge in to ease the impact. I recommend you do so as well.
Composed this post entirely on my new Galaxy Nexus. We are living in the future.