Twenty-five hours traveling back to Berlin from Tokyo. Around hour 18 I started suspecting I wasn't going to make it. I kept bumping into things, blanking out, falling asleep on my feet for a second or two. Mental note: never do this again. I was delirious.
After my last meal, the flight attendant tried to take my tray. "Wait," I said, grabbing a little wrapped candy that'd been included. "I want this."
She looked at me & tentatively laughed. "I'll take it," she said, & she grabbed it out of my hand.
"No," I protested, taking it back. "I'll have it a little later."
Now she was flat-out confused. "Okay," she said, before heading back up the aisle. "Enjoy it!"
I will, I thought. I mean, it's not really that crazy. And then I looked closer at the "candy" & decided, okay, yes, it really is.
