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The food served on planes has always intrigued me. I’ve never understood why they don’t serve something more plain and simple, perhaps a sandwich and a juice….I don’t want a fish curry and mango tapioca pudding sitting in my stomach for the rest of my eight hour flight. Why is the food always some form of hot, slushy meat mixed with some limp veggies?
But I eat it anyway- because I’m bored, and it’s free and it’s there. Sad, but true. And I always regret it afterward. I look admiringly at the couple across the isle who board the plane, put on their eye masks and go straight to sleep- for hours. I, on the other hand, fight off my fatigue, flick through the movie selection and wait for the evening meal. I’ve already eaten at the airport, but there’s nothing else to do for the rest of the flight…

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