Because of a bad storm in SF, the flight to Denver was delayed 4 hours....we departed at 11pm and as soon as I hit the plane, it was snooze time. Who knows what kind of delights they tried to serve me in my slumber?! Frozen custard? Cherry pie? Foot massage?
Then on the flight back, I'm immersed in my self-help book (can't believe I'm admitting that), and I look up at the stewardess, in an apron and oven mitt, holding a baking tray of cookies. In an ideal world, she would have been much cuter, but anyways, she asked me if I wanted one, and I must have looked at her crazy. DUH! Yes I want a fresh baked cookie! She told me she was getting more, and came back moments later with a couple hot and ready ones. Yeah....that's how it is. I should have told her to get me some milk too, but I was too busy scarfing down my cookie, and taking a picture of it.
It was sure good for being thousands of feet in air. It could have been a frozen take and bake cookie but I didn't care. Most likely, it was, because I doubt she stood there and balled up the babies on her own.
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