The Flight

On my flight from Phoenix to Orlando, I had to change planes in Houston. Before my plane arrived in Houston, there had been a storm and air traffic was backed up. We ended up circling the airport for about 40 minutes before we were cleared to land. I only had an hour layover (now 20 minutes), so that meant I really needed to move once we landed, especially since we didn't land anywhere near the gate where my next flight left. I got to the gate just in time, and was then told that my seat was changed because I was late!!!

Once on the plane, we pulled away from the gate, and then sat on the runway for 2 hours - with very little air circulation or air conditioning. Across the aisle from me was a young man (about 20-24 yrs old) who looked like he was going to pass out. He called the flight attendent over and asked if she could give him any food - peanuts, pretzels, anything. She rolled her eyes at him and said she would look but didn't think they had anything spare to give him. I pulled a granola bar out of my purse and gave it to him.

As he was eating it, he told me that his flight was also late landing, and he didn't have a chance to buy anything in the airport to eat. As he was finishing the granola bar, the flight attendent arrived with a small bag of chips. She saw the granola bar, commented that "Oh, you have food, you don't need these" and started to walk away. He asked her for them anyway, which she reluctantly gave him.

Several hours later, after we were finally in the air, Continental served their "snack". This consisted of a small sandwich, a bag of chips, and a "fun size" Twix bar. As the flight attended passed out the snacks, she looked at the guy, yanked the bag of chips off his snack and said "You already got chips, no chips for you!"

I just about died laughing. As soon as she walked away, I made eye contact with the guy, and we both - in our best soup nazi voices - wagged our fingers at each other and said "No chips for you!"