The Day the Nap Gods Smote Me
Let me set the scene: a crowded airport terminal, the dull roar of the loudspeaker, and me, sprawled out across three chairs like a starfish in desperate need of a tan. My crime? Public napping. My punishment? The judgmental stares of hundreds of strangers and a crick in my neck that would haunt me for weeks.
That’s when I knew: public napping was an art form, and I, my friends, was a mere finger-painting toddler in a world of Michelangelos. Thus began my quest to master the unwritten rules of public napping.
Location, Location, Location: Choosing the Perfect Nap Spot (and Avoiding Security)
The first rule of Fight Club is… well, you know the rest. The first rule of public napping is all about location. Not all nap spots are created equal. Benches near screaming children? Rookie mistake. A quiet corner of the library stacks? Bingo.
Pro-tip: Be strategic. Airports? Aim for gates that haven’t been assigned flights yet. Parks? Find a shady spot under a tree, preferably far, far away from any frisbee-throwing enthusiasts.
