“You know what don’t get no respect? Airplane food.” —Michael Scott
Recently, I flew from L.A. to Boston (about a six-hour flight). Unlike most normal humans, I LOVE airplane food, so I fasted before my flight in anticipation of getting a delicious steaming plate of mystery chicken to tide me over.
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But much to my dismay, all I got was a measly bag of pretzels and a half cranberry/half ice-cube cocktail.
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I was devastated.
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So you might be thinking: Who cares? Airplane food is gross.
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