

Is it that hard to serve something that even resembles food when trapped at thirty-five thousand feet beside a person who doesn’t get the hint that conversation isn’t in the offing.

How many times must one be offered peanuts and pretzels and lunch served without utensils in a cardboard box (at $9 a pop no less) until the collected masses rise up and shout “never again!”

Why have we not demanded to be fed something better than craisons and processed lunch meat slathered in Mayo?  It is not kosher to serve fruit in a container that must be peeled open nor does it comport to offer anything that must be squeezed out of a plastic tube.

Perhaps one would be mollified if the selection of airport food consisted of more than Sbarro’s sorry excuse for pizza or a wittily named Chinese food chain that serves up MSG and heart attacks.

And as for you annoying person with lots of questions who won’t take the hint, there are two options.  The Monster feigns sleep or kills him and takes his pop tarts.


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