So, I flew home yesterday and let me tell you my arms are tired! No, but really, they are kinda tired, I think I need some sleep or maybe it was just the flight home, I can never really tell. I like flying. There is always something new for me to learn or think about when I fly. I especially love listening to people's conversations about this stock exchange or that one, or my mother just had plastic surgery, and my favorite sound waves to pick up on, heated political debates. Also, have you ever compared buses to planes? Or bus drivers to pilots? I sure have! I pretty much came to the conclusion that commercial airplanes are just flying buses. And pilots, well, just glorified flying bus drivers. And what about the inflight "snacks." Snacks my butt. More like inflight crap! until yesterday, when all that changed with one bag of peanuts.
I don't know about you, but I'm just nuts for honey roasted peanuts. But you want to know what I love more than honey roasted peanuts? Eating them while flying! You betcha!, nothing beats a bag of complimentary honey roasted peanuts while flying to your scheduled destination. Except maybe winning the lottery, and a lot of other things. But I digress. I have been flying to and fro since I was about 10. My mom used to fly me back to Oregon to visit friends during the summer. All through out my life I have flown to visit family. I flew to my mission in Guatemala. And recently, I just flew to Mississippi for training. One could say I am a frequent flyer, and with that, a frequent in flight snacker. When I was but a padowan of traveling, I was served honey roasted peanuts for my mid flight munchies while flying to see my friends. However, to my great dismay, one day the free flow of honey roasted goodness stopped dead in it's tracks. I have no idea what year or why it happened, but shortly into my career of careening across the sky the flight attendants no longer offered me my nuts.
On my flight home from mississippi yesterday, as I picked through my bag of pretzels, or choked down my bag of chips, I kept thinking to my self, why?!?! Personally, I blame all the stupid people for being born with some kind of, what do you call it, "alergic reaction" to peanuts. I mean, come on! Give me a break and forget about it! If it were up to those people we'd have warnings like, "this may contain peanuts" on everything we eat. Oh wait..., I mean seriously, A twix candy bar, may contain peanuts (check the label, it's there). I'd say for about 14 long years I suffered, nay nearly died of angusih, because someone complained about peanuts. Then, after having gagged down one too many bags of trail mix and having to succumb to their shortbread cookies, a ray of light broke through the clouds and shone upon my face, both litterally and figurativley, (that's the bonus of sitting next to the window). There sitting in the cup of that blessed attendants hand, like mana from heaven, sat a bag of honey roasted peanuts!!
I was like holy crap!! wtf!! zomg!! Did people finally see the stupidity of barring peanuts from flights, or had I just been on all the wrong flights for the last 14 years? Who knows, all I cared about was that I had my prized nuts. After the initial buzz of excitement left me I realized I was full from having lunch at Applebee's right before I took off. =/, talk about a bummer. It was like I couldn't have my peanuts and eat them too...until later that is. So, I pocketed them. Upon arriving at my home, I decided that I wasn't really in the mood for peanuts, or maybe I was just going to hang onto them as a trophey of triumph. That, once again peanuts were being served as in flight snacks. In the end, I realized I must be nuts to have remembered the days when honey roasted peanuts were a staple among snacks, and that I had begrudingly waited for their return. Call me crazy, but nothing beats a bag of honey roasted nuts when you're 10000 ft in the air.
Oh and by the way, how come flight attendants only give you half of a can of cranberry juice when they give a whole can of coke out?
