I love planes. I love flying. I love being in high places. I love the way flight attendants are always completely poised and delighted about something. I love the little packages of toothpaste and socks you get in the back of the seat. But most of all... I love plane food. I struggle to find the words to adequately explain the pure joy and excitement I feel when my meal is delivered on it's perfect little tray.
It's the surprise, above all. I know what I'm getting (I asked for it), but there's something really special about lifting that silver lid off... It's like Christmas morning. Actually, Christmas morning is a better metaphor than I originally intended. This is how it goes...
Christmas Morning - You have a pretty good idea that you know what you're getting. - You never really know until you unwrap it. - Initial reaction is generally completely natural and a fair judgement. - If it's good, you dig right in... Rip into it and start playing with it right away. - If it's bad, you say thank you, pop it to one side to deal with later. - If it's the most amazing thing ever you play with it until it breaks or runs out of battery. | Plane Food - You have a pretty good idea that you know what you're getting. - You never really know until you unwrap it. - Initial reaction is generally completely natural and a fair judgement. - If it's good, you dig right in... Rip into it and start eating it right away. - If it's bad, you say thank you and move it round on the tray until it looks at least nibbled on. - If it's the most delicious thing ever, you eat it so fast that it's gone before you had time to truly appreciate it's deliciousness. |
Xxo