I shamelessly took this self portrait in the walkway for a visual because I have no idea what to call it. And I don't think anyone else does either. It's the only justifiable reason for every American not owning one. That and they are only sold at airports and for a small fortune. Fortunately I bought mine at a shop called Everything $10 (I love a no-nonsense store), and was able to communicate via sign language what I was searching for. As it turns out, the universal sign for "I'm choking" and "I want to travel in comfort" are remarkably similar. And equally as effective. I walked out of the store ten dollars poorer, equipped with a no-hands pillow that's like wearing a bed at all times. My connecting flight was delayed twice, and our gate changed once. No problem!
I'm already asleep.
I got home an hour ago and I'm still wearing it. Little do you know, I've taken a nap three times in the duration of this post. I considered wearing it to bed tonight, but I feel wrong about that in the same way I feel wrong about mini hot dogs wrapped in bacon. So I'll just save it for travel and longish lines at the grocery store.